Mary was really starting to worry about her eldest son. She knew that he was an honorable teen (well, as honorable as a teen could be in this day and age where such things weren’t really thought of on a conscious level, unless you lived in Asia somewhere) but the fact that most of his time was spent in nocturnal activities for his new boss made her uneasy. She didn’t see him as much anymore, only caught him as he was on his way out the door, whether to work or school only depended on the time of day and whether or not it was a school day.
Mary missed her son and she knew that, though he would never admit it, Matt missed his older brother as well.
Of course, getting Matt to admit to such a thing was a course fraught with peril.
“Why would I want to hang out with that dweeb anyway, Mom?”
Mary smiled, “Because he’s your older brother. I remember when you used to toddle after him begging for his attention.”
Matt turned red, “That never happened!”
“And you dragged your little ducky blanket along with y-”
“NEVER! HAPPENED!”
Mary’s smile didn’t fade, though she did wish that Terrence was here as well to help her poke a little fun at her youngest.
Inspired by this week’s Three Word Wednesday prompt.
Also, I’m really tired today.
Breathing In 
Despite being tired you wove a nice story…I particularly liked the little ducky blanket
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I like that blanket too and I wasn’t eve sure it was going to be in there until I was checking for mistakes and saw it. Writing when not really awake, sometimes it’s good.
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thats my method as a rule đŸ˜‰
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When your children start to work and get busy with their own lives it’s ahrd and you’ve captured it perfectly
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It’s hard even when they’re not your kids, but kids that you still see every day.
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How this post is woven with the threads of sadness. It says so much about the mother as she sees her children growing up without Terrance her partner.
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Terrence is actually her son. She was missing her son in this post. Sorry for the confusion.
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