My Mother and the Shadow of That Day | Everyone's Word Notebook

I am participating in the project by Rin Kiki of the Writing Department.

When I was little, my mother always walked with her parasol tilted toward me. Matching my stride, she created a small shadow for me amidst the harsh sunlight.

I didn't know back then. That a shadow is a kindness that matches someone else's stride.

Now that I am a mother, I walk matching my daughter's stride. Tilting my parasol slightly, I am now the one creating the shadow that my mother once gave me.

Then, something black fell from the parasol and scurried away, rustling as it went.
I see.
It's almost the season for cockroaches.

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