Undeclared Love
An old
woman with surprisingly smooth skin surrounding her aged features pulled up
into a parking space in the bank parking lot. She closed her cell phone shut
and sighed. She opened the door, but stayed inside. The bottom of her black,
flower-print dress hung over the edge of the car. Her daughter had been hurt
once more by her stubborn ways and lack of sensitivity. The fight they were
just released from on the phone still rang in the old woman’s ears. It’s been a
long life, and not once in it could she say she was sorry for the way she
treats her daughter. It was hard to admit she was wrong. She couldn’t believe
that her dignity was more important than her daughter knowing she loves her.
Sadly, though, that was the way things were. She stepped out of the car to
enter the bank, and tried to forget the regret that made each step heavier.
