Last weekend, I visited my Mom and Dad. I suddenly missed them. It wasn’t a planned visit. I just showed up at their porch and surprised them.
Mom got me her most delicious cookies. That made me feel like a kid. Yet, I wouldn’t mind. I’d rather feel like an 8 years old and be able to grab her cookies whenever I passed in the kitchen.
I got there on Saturday, at 3 pm. I prepared dinner for them. Then, I went to bed. At least, I tried to. But I couldn’t close my eyes. I wanted to read but I wasn’t interested in any books on the shelves.
I went out of the room. Sitting down in the living room, I taking a glance at each picture Mom put it on the fireplace. These pictures reminded me of those of my childhood. Now, some of them are in my room. The rest are in the attic.
FYI, I’m not the kind of person who gets freaked out easily. The dark attic didn’t frighten me at all.
So, I started climbing the stairs…on the forth step, I heard a sound of an opened door.
“Nadine…” called Mom.
“Yes, Mom, I’m here…” answered me.
She came to me, asking what I was doing there. I told her that I wanted to check out my pictures I put in the attic. At first she seemed to disapprove what I was about to do. But then, she thought that it was a great idea.
Two minutes later, there was I, in the attic, looking at old pictures, with my dear Mom.
I looked back at the early years of my existence on earth. It was beautiful. Looking back was beautiful, too.
This reminded me of Nikki, one of the Healthy Bloggers This Week! In some and other ways, she was also looking back. That made her chosen to be awarded.
Have you looked back?
