The Speed of Life

If there was one thing she could count on her mother for, it was the woman's ability to make her feel guilty. Seren sat, staring at the pile of photograph albums Aron placed on the table. Not one, not two, not three... but four of them. Four albums of photographs of her son that she hadn't been around for.

If the guilt from that wasn't enough to handle in her old-aged body, the additional guilt Aron inflicted only added to her heartache.

Life passed too quickly, and that much was evident by her handsome little man staring back at her.