Jacks’ 15th birthday.

She stared out the big window in the study,  she had to wipe the glass every now and then as the mist of emotion kept clouding her view. They had come!  She couldn’t believe it!  She saw one big boy pat her little Jack on the back,  urging him to kick the ball.  Jack beemed up at the boy and kicked the ball rather feebly, it didn’t go far,  but they cheered. They all cheered for my little Jack. 

She felt farmiliar hands enclose her body from behind.  “I told you to have a little faith honey, ” followed by a kiss on the cheek. She looked back into the deep hue of green that were the eyes of her husband and still felt as enchanted as the first time they met.  She could also see past the romance, to their shared pain, the tears that dripped from those green eyes the day the doctor told them that their little Jack won’t live beyond the age of twelve.

 Fast feet on the patio woke her from her day dream,  in came the boys with one holding her little Jack in his arms,  “He just collapsed mama Jack,  he was laughing then he just fell, ” the boy said frantically. She pushed her husband aside and ran to her son. One look at him was enough for her to know. 

“Happy 15th birthday Jack, ” She said as she kissed his eyes closed. 

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