Pictures in the Wind

by iAMwhatIamK

Like pictures in the wind, our memories fly around us, reminding us of the past. Who we were, who we love, how we became who we are now. My memories serve as reminders of how I found power within the darkness. Rating subject to change. (Wishing-Fire's 100 Theme Challenge)

11. Parents

A/N: For all the awesome parents out there. Love ya, mom and dad.

Parents:

"Mom, stop fussing," I say, pushing myself away and loosening my tie.

"I'm sorry, honey," she says, tears in her eyes. "It's just…you look so grown up."

It was my first day of high school and my parents insisted they see me off. Mom wipes tears from her eyes as Dad wishes me luck, pulling down his cap to shield his eyes from the morning sun. From the window, Rae in her pjs blows me a kiss.

"Now go. You're gonna be late."

I start to run off, then turn and hugs both me parents. "I love you guys," I whisper in their eyes before running off.

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