Tightly, I held his hand, as she walked up the stage, welcomed by a resonating applaud. His dark eyes were beaming with pride, while a lump had somehow found a place in my throat.

Gracefully, she accepted the award, which was a reflection of her dedication and hard work. The stars in her green uniform glittered under the bright light. 
I leaned towards the Uncle sitting next to me and whispered,”That’s my Mom“.

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Fiction (Word Count – 72 )

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
Prompt – Post must contain the word MOM and you have just 5 sentences to complete your story.

33 thoughts on “Proud

  1. Very well done! Your post is a great tribute to an amazing aspect of womanhood and motherhood that often gets ignored in popular writing. Wonderful, Rajlakshmi!

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