The little boy was circling the table with a model airplane held aloft.
“Aaron come here..” She called out to the boy.
“Ma, I’m Aaron. That’s my son Mike. He’s your grandson.” The man holding her hand continued talking but she knew he wasn’t her son. Her son was 9years old and playing infront of her. She couldn’t understand why they were confusing her.
“Remember Laura? She’s my wife. You came for the wedding with Papa…”
She looked through the window at the mountains covered in mist. It was like her life. All she could see were the faint outlines.
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