Letting Go
Annabelle stood on the dock while she watched her sons talking and she sighed. She couldn't believe how tall and handsome her twenty-year-old twins were nor could she believe this was going to be the last time she would see them.
"Ah, Ma… Don't look at us like that," Connor said. The wind blew through his light brown hair and he gave her a sly grin. He had grown into such an independent, clever young man and he turned up the collar of his black Navy pea coat.
"Aye. We don't want these assholes thinkin' we're fuckin' cry-babies," Murphy said, sliding his hands into the deep pockets of his black Navy pea coat. His dark hair was sticking up slightly on the top of his head and he gave her a slightly shy smile.
"I can't help it. Th'thought of you two bein' so far away fuckin' hurts," she said, lightly smacking their shoulders.
"Annabelle, you know it's fer th'best," Sibeal said and she glared at him. She didn't care if he was a priest, she blamed him and Noah for her sons having to leave.
"Are you fuckin' kidding me!?"
"For their own safety, they have to go."
"But this is their home!"
"Annie, I assure you they'll be fine once they get t'America."
"But they don't know anyone there!"
"Knowin' those two, that will not be a problem fer long."
"An' how th'fuck are you goin' t'convince them t'go?!"
"It won't be that hard. You know as well as I that they are itchin' t'leave."
"I still hate this."
"Well… It looks like we have t'go," Connor said while he looked at the boat then he leaned in to kiss her cheek.
"Aye. It does," Murphy said and he kissed her other cheek.
"You two loser better call me as soon as you get settled," Annabelle warned and the twins laughed.
"Don't worry. We will," Connor promised and Murphy nodded. She watched her little angels walking away as they waved good-bye and Sibeal slid his right arm around her shoulders. After the boat moved away from the dock, Annabelle sighed and she and Sibeal headed down the dock.