Bittersweet

“What do you think, darling? Am I a good writer?”

My niece giggled as she finished reading my story and looked at me playfully.

“A..Aam…”

I smiled watching her sifting through her sparse vocabulary.

“Ama…”

My eyes twinkled as I guessed the word. My heart pumped butterflies throughout my body.

Amateur!

 


 

Words of contempt, even when uttered by a tittering child sting, but the innocent laughter is a balm that heals the wound almost instantly.  🙃

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s