Why did you leave us so? #Friday Foto Fiction
Mama tells me that I was two months old when Uncle Joe took this picture.
I had just started opening my fist and reaching out . How you were proud and pleased! This was yet another testament in your tumultuous love story : a lasting proof of your undying love.
You promised us lifelong support, your arms stronger and firmer than the bands of love you’d slipped on her finger one crisp summer morning.
Mama remembers you chucking me beneath the chin and chuckling at my baby gurgles, holding me close in your embrace.
So why Papa, did you leave us so?
I am participating in #Friday Foto Fiction, a 100 Word story on the photo prompt