This week, we'd like you to write a scene that includes a happy ending
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“Really, ‘Bet. Would it have been too much to say hello first?” Tam dropped her arms, she wasn’t at all surprised by her daughter’s anger. She had far overstepped herself this time.
“How do you say hello to someone that has stolen your child, Mother.? Hi, hugs and kisses, can I have my boy back? Pretty please? Speaking of, where is Barry? I need to get him home, now. Lyabet had not seen her mother for literally ages. She had changed very little, though if Lyabet didn’t know better, she’d have thought Tam had been crying.
“’Bet, I did not steal your son. I simply wanted to visit with my grandson.”
“You have two grandsons. The one you are visiting with, and the one you left behind. The one that thinks he’s not good enough to go with the, ahem, nice lady.”
Tam was silent. Then she said, “You’re right. I have two grandsons. But, I couldn’t bring the other through the earth. And? Perhaps had you told me yourself of these grandchildren, instead of having to hear it from Graleon,” Tam shook herself in disbelief, “we could have set a much more pleasant visit.”
Lyabet remembered the last time she seen her father, Graleon. He’d told her how much he missed and loved her. In the same breath he’d called her babies animals. Her jaw tightened at the memory.
“You know how your father feels about humans, ‘Bet. You should have come to me. I understand. I had human babies. Once.” Tam turned away, Lyabet was sure now she’d seen tear traces before. Just as she was sure the tears were falling silently now.
“Mother,” she reached out, almost shyly, laid her hand on the other woman’s shoulder, “ I know about them, I know about the trees. And, I know how this path may end.” Lyabet gently turned her mother to face her. “I know you understand, it’s just been so long since I’ve seen you. Father raised me, you didn’t seem interested…”
“I was interested! You were a child of my blood, the baby I wouldn’t have to plant a tree to remember. But, you were more the child of your father. Air, not Earth. I couldn’t teach you of the air. He could, he did. He did, and was so smug.” Tam waved a hand to dismiss the thoughts of Graleon. “’Bet, I have always loved you, always wanted to have you with me. It just didn’t happen the way I wished.”
Lyabet took a deep breath, some of the anger receding as she began to see her mother in a new way. “Maybe it’s time we got to know each other. Perhaps we have some catching up to do.” Tam looked at her daughter with raised brows, waiting. “Go get Barry, we need to go back now, time is different here.”
“Yes, Mother. We. Three. Now”
Chuck wasn’t sure what woke him. A change in air temperature, a thump in the backyard, but he jumped from the sofa where he’d dozed off. “Beth? Beth is that you? “
A woman with leaf green eyes and brown hair that glinted with autumn highlights stepped into the room. “Yes! Yes Chuck, we are home!”
He jumped back, reaching for anything that might pass as a weapon, “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house!”
Next was the patter of little feet, and a sweet voice calling, “Dadda! Dadda, I here! You miss me?”