Her eyes trailed lazily to the window, flitting across the details that mingled outside. She stared, palm lifting to cradle her chin in an effort to find comfort.
She stopped her gaze upon a small boy, no older than seven, who held his palms to the sky. He was standing there, arms wide and stance open without a care in the world. He had a grin on his face, one wider than she’d ever seen.
She huffed, jealous tint to her breathing and a slight tightening of her shoulders.
Staring wistfully, she sighed. If only she could be like him.
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