As he drove the car into the garage, he thought.
My wife is waiting for me, like all the twenty-five years of marriage she did. It's our anniversary again. Of love, of our sacrifices for our parents, of our sacrifices for our children and of our marriage. Every time she or I traded off our sacrifice for their happiness, we sat in our balcony, sipping tea and staring into the unknown distance. After all, life is all about our parents and children, I used to say. Not once, not once did my wife disagree or complain. She never demanded for anything. And today when I look at her wrinkled and old face, I still see a smile hidden. The smile of acceptance of what life has given her and of what she has given back.
As his wife opened the door, he shouted, "Surprise! I came early to take you out for dinner, darling. Happy wedding anniversary!"
Written for Magpie Tales: Mag 239
Posts
4 comments:
Twas a powerful sacrifice it seems , now you reap the fruit of a longstanding loving relationship , so congratulations to you , you have succeeded where the vast majority fail ....
Fiction. :)
Lovely and poignant...
Hey Tess,
Thanks. :)
Post a Comment