The night started with dinner and Jason was eager to go out with his friends to see the hot summer flick in about and hour. Having just graduated high school and eager to see what was over the next horizon. His family was close, just three who were working hard to make it. Tonight it was just Jason and his mom. The house was large, with the kitchen, dinning room and living room flowing into each other.
The conversation that night had somehow turned to dancing and music. With time to spare before leaving and for no other reason then that he liked his mothers company, Jason asked his mom to dance. She considered it for a moment and finally agreed. Jason and his mom had a great time. She showed him the box step and the two step, but the time passed and Jason needed to get ready for the evening. When, to his surprise his mom, with a note of sadness, asked him for one last dance. After a moments hesitation he agreed, more because it seemed to mean a lot to his mother then anything else. She whispered in his ear that someday he would remember this dance and thanked him for taking the time…looking back, years later…she was right.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
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