By Audrey Francis-Plante

The first year, she lulled him to sleep by saying he was so special he could change the world.

The fifth year, she encouraged him to paint, to play, to write stories.

The tenth year, she assured him he could be whatever he wanted to be when he grew up.

The fifteenth year, she started to dread he would never be more serious about his future.

The twentieth year, she was openly relieved that he dropped out of Art School to study Accounting.

The last year, she cried, seeing his life for what it was; the mirror of her own.

7 thoughts on “Mirror

  1. Sad. But truthful in the way that the way we are raised has so much to do with who we turn out to be. If I was his Mom, I don’t know if I’d be sad. Happy he has a good job, but sad he gave up his dreams. Sometimes, its better to live them awhile before settling down to what’s serious. Maybe uf you’re lucky you can live your dreams for your life time. Great piece.

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