A Token Of Hope
After we ate breakfast at Bob Evans this morning, my mom and I stopped at a display of rear-view-mirror charms that they had for sale. The charms had various themes, and my mom liked the butterfly one the best. I was still looking at all of them while she excused herself to use the restroom.
After she walked away, I plucked two of the butterfly ones off the display and went to pay for them. I finished the transaction and had just tucked the little bag of merchandise into my coat pocket when she emerged from the bathroom.
After leaving there, we drove down the road then pulled into a gas station. While she was inside getting her items, I attached the charm to her rear-view mirror. When she got back into the car, she noticed it dangling there right away.
Our eyes met, we shared a smile, and she thanked me. The meaning of the charm was unspoken, but we both knew and felt it.
When I got home, I hung its twin from my own rear-view mirror.
After she walked away, I plucked two of the butterfly ones off the display and went to pay for them. I finished the transaction and had just tucked the little bag of merchandise into my coat pocket when she emerged from the bathroom.
After leaving there, we drove down the road then pulled into a gas station. While she was inside getting her items, I attached the charm to her rear-view mirror. When she got back into the car, she noticed it dangling there right away.
Our eyes met, we shared a smile, and she thanked me. The meaning of the charm was unspoken, but we both knew and felt it.
When I got home, I hung its twin from my own rear-view mirror.
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