The one thing Abigail always wished for, was to be little again. After losing her husband when she was just a young woman, she raised their five children on her own; her life was anything but easy.
Then one day, it happened.
“Twinkle Little Star!” she sang, as she played with her dollies. Sometimes Abigail cried, but only for a little while, eventually returning to her childish games.
As their mother played with her toys, her sons and daughters looked on sadly. It was not an easy thing to watch as the woman they admired reverted back to her childhood.
This little tale of the best side of a bad situation, is my reaction to this weeks’ photo prompt on Friday Fictioneers,