The guard blew the whistle and waved the flag. Balancing her six months old baby and the luggage she got into the compartment. Her maternity leave was almost over and she was leaving off to her husband’s place. Nobody had come to bid her goodbye.
Her father had forbidden members of her family to entertain her when she had eloped. Yet, she had come to meet them hoping reconciliation.
The hazel coloured eyes were all that could identify them as twins. She caught sight of it disappearing in the background. A present with a note lay, ” To our first grandchild“.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Rochelle Wisoff Fields for running the challenge at Friday Fictioneers. Thank you Randy Mazie for the photo prompt. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.