This is the first part of the story of Emily.
1951
She was sitting in an armchair by the fireplace. Sipping her tea and frowning at the flames. She was bored. Her eyes fell on the television set, the photos on the wall, her daughter's drawing on the floor, the bookcase in the corner. Books, she thought. She had been a voracious reader before she had been married but her passion for reading had faded after the birth of her first child, Geordie. She suddenly went back to the day when she held Geordie for the first time. She remembered his chubby angel face, his eyes closed in deep sleep. She remembered how her husband Jack nervously held the child and tenderly placed it in her arms. And suddenly Jack's face flashed before her eyes. She remembered his blonde hair, ocean blue eyes and ever twinkling smile. She missed her husband even now. Never a day passed when Jack's memory did not cross her mind. Her heart still bled inside but she was a statue of stone on the outside. Fearless, Powerful and a strong mommy. For her children, of course.
But right now she was thinking of Jack and she could still hear his warm, deep voice speaking her name Emily, Emily, My dear Emily....
In her mind's eye she went back to the day that changed her life forever....
Here is the link to Part 2
1951
She was sitting in an armchair by the fireplace. Sipping her tea and frowning at the flames. She was bored. Her eyes fell on the television set, the photos on the wall, her daughter's drawing on the floor, the bookcase in the corner. Books, she thought. She had been a voracious reader before she had been married but her passion for reading had faded after the birth of her first child, Geordie. She suddenly went back to the day when she held Geordie for the first time. She remembered his chubby angel face, his eyes closed in deep sleep. She remembered how her husband Jack nervously held the child and tenderly placed it in her arms. And suddenly Jack's face flashed before her eyes. She remembered his blonde hair, ocean blue eyes and ever twinkling smile. She missed her husband even now. Never a day passed when Jack's memory did not cross her mind. Her heart still bled inside but she was a statue of stone on the outside. Fearless, Powerful and a strong mommy. For her children, of course.
But right now she was thinking of Jack and she could still hear his warm, deep voice speaking her name Emily, Emily, My dear Emily....
In her mind's eye she went back to the day that changed her life forever....
Here is the link to Part 2
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