New Eyes
Richenda had always hated New York. After college, she had moved away, never returning until today, for her mother’s funeral.
She wandered Manhattan, trying to see the city through Mom’s eyes, hear it through her ears. For the first time, the city felt alive to her, instead of just loud.
Laura prompted me with what she intended to be the first line of a story:
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Perspective is huge and often late 🙏
Reminds me of going back to rural Idaho for my grandparents’ funerals, only I appreciated to quiet instead of seeing boredom.