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Still-to-write-list :
- A meme I did ages ago, and recently saw somewhere on my friendspage and decided to do it again... : Write a drabble based on your current default icon. No changing it! Any fandom or no fandom at all.
- For : chibikaoruchan : TeFu : Merry-go-round
- For : chibikaoruchan : TeFu : Breakfast in bed
- For : Aiy : Yullen - a kiss on the eyelid
- For Lhune : AibaYuuta - Superglue
For : Lhune : Shinkenger : Blue and red: 'first rays of sun after a rainy week/month/...'
But, here is another original drabble... Also written while I was in France. Also written for Jonas. (Unbeta'd... As usual. Please, let me know when you find mistakes... XD)
Doorknob
“Oh and mum…”
Sandra braces herself. Her daughter always tells the most important stuff, whether it is good or bad, when every normal person would think the conversation is over. And often when Sandra has already turned around to leave the room. More than once she has heard things while she was already holding the doorknob.
“Mum. I have a boyfriend.
Mum, Alex asked me to the prom.
Mum, I crashed dad’s car.
Mum, I found an apartment.
Mum. Steve and I are going to marry.
Mum. I’m pregnant.
Mum, Steven left me.
Mum. Can you baby-sit Ella while Tom and I go on a cruise for two weeks?
Mum …”
Taking a deep breath before turning around again. Facing her daughter, still holding the doorknob. The cold metal reassures her a little. They have been through so much already. Together. The doorknob and the mother.
“I love you mum.”
Her eyes widen a little, but she shows no other visible reaction. Except for her grip on the doorknob. It lessens.
“I love you too little one.”
It seems ages ago since Sandra last called her daughter ‘little one’.
“And.. Thank you.”
The girl’s voice is soft. Actually, it’s nothing more than a whisper. A surprised look crosses Sandra’s face. It clearly asks ‘what for?’.
“Everything mum. Everything..”
Standing up the girl walks over to her mother. Wrapping her arms around frail-looking shoulders. Yet still so strong.
Sandra smiles when she returns the hug, finally really letting got of the doorknob. She no longer needs its support. And her arms that hold her daughter close, tells her everything.
‘You’re welcome.’
The End