A Writer's Life

By Awriterslife

After the storm

I spent the morning with my nephew. Every year, my mom takes him for the first week of his summer vacation. I usually manage to steal him half a day, but Saturday came and I hadn't. So I kidnapped him on Saturday morning so that my mom could finish emptying grandma's apartment.

We watched a movie, played a bit of Wii, and then it was time to drive him home to his mom.

My sister-in-law had to explain to him that a child he knows drowned. That wasn't an easy conversation...

Then, pool time, dinner while the storm raged, and this clearing of clouds.

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