Honored Heirlooms
She regarded her daughter with a kind of awe at times, and some envy, at how comfortably she achieved her goals. Once upon a time, she'd held a secret desire to go to college, maybe become a writer. A silly dream, of course; the only lady writer she'd known of was the one who'd written the
"Who's Out and About!" column in the Women's Section of the paper.
She'd tucked that part of herself away the day she married L.D., her ambitions gathering dust like the heirlooms stored in the back of her closet, but she liked to believe she'd still managed to pass them on to her only child.
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