Treasures

We were driving back home from school,the routine route.The beautiful roads,the tall trees and the cars zipping past us.You were content,happy,tired and very quiet.I was planning,affirming,choosing between the chaos inside my brain,driving and very quiet.Suddenly you call out,"Ma,what is that on the tree,did you see that ma,its so beautiful.Ma,there are so many treasures on this road?".Quickly the chaos inside my brain pulls to a halt.I am annoyed for having been disturbed and I want to snap at you.
But instead i pull over and ask you to step out.I tell you that we will find treasures.Your eyes twinkle.You lead me,I follow you..You explore the world as I watch your face.You ask me questions and I try and answer them for you.You pick up twigs and seeds and beautiful flowers that have kissed the roads and gingerly place them into my hands.

The world around us stops.Its only you and me.You are far away transported to some magical land I can see that from your eyes.

We slowly march back to our car and carefully drop all our treasures into your school bag.

Happy,content and quiet we drive back home with smiles twinkling in our hearts.

Treasures found. Memories made.Pure magic.


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