Love

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She always stood talking, shouting at him whenever he erred, comforting him when he cried, advising him when he needed it. He always stood silent, his gaze telling all, providing comfort and being stern. Brent wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes as he stared grimly at the photo, wishing his parents were still there with him.

Written as a response to Three Line Tales. Photo by Wynand van Poortvliet via Unsplash.


Also, I would like to apologize for my ignorance regarding puffins and their habits. I might have gotten many things wrong. Google didn’t help either.

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