Dream [002] 4/27/09 Motherhood
With a white apron wrapped loosely around her curved hips, Rosemary slipped off her remaining pale yellow glove before setting the pair down next to her spotless kitchen sink. The lovely woman's face was blank, a impenetrable mask of no emotion.
Running her hands over her apron, the brunette turned and fixed her nearly lifeless gaze upon the figure standing in front of her. The boy, pale and wide-eyed, stared up at his mother with a similar blank expression on his face. Whatever may have been plaguing the woman seemed to disappear instantly as she gazed down at her young son.
Kneeling down to his level, Rose's face seemed to transform, an entirely different woman taking her place. Her dark brown eyes lit up, excitement etched into every corner of her face. Her full lips stretched into a lovely grin, a music-like noise coming from within her. There was no denying it. The woman who seemed so empty before came to life only for her son.
"John honey, is your show already over?"
The pale boy blinked slowly before shaking his head.
Rose's smile drooped by only the slightest fraction. "What is it?"
Without speaking, John stepped forward to wrap his short arms around his mother in a tight hug. A hand reaching up to touch her son's head, Rosemary allowed her own smile to soften as she held the boy who looked so much like his father back just as tightly.
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*Though she awakens with a smile, there is an obvious sadness in her eyes. It doesn't need to be said that she misses her son.*