Life of a simple woman

She jubilated that she was on the top of the world as she held her little bundle of joy, wrapped in a soft towel and she promised to herself that she would raise her little girl into a sensible human being.

When that little one, with all her toddler tantrums and mishaps, drove her mad, she doubted whether at all, it was her own daughter.

Days later, she marveled the way the little girl, by her words and deeds, proved that she was transforming into a young woman.

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She silently admired how her little impatient daughter balances her profession and her marriage, the relation that she herself chose after keen inspection.

Today, as she closed her eyes in a prayer, outside her daughter's labor room; she wondered how the wheel of time whirs away, waiting for none.

written as part of FSF by Lillie Mcferrin. This week's prompt is 'Wheels'.