A loud sigh escaped her lips, one of frustration. She must have done it a hundred times that week and still, he didn’t get it.
There he sat, with a smug expression,perched on his chair. In resignation, she got off the kitchen floor, gathered the crumbs and hugged her little boy, smiling with love.
This is written in response to the theme prompt ‘Love’ for the week of 55-word posts over at
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