She grouped the rolled tissue on the table while staring at the little boy just a few inches away from her. The boy was chewing fast a mouthful of burger eager to get rid of the food; his playmates noisily ran in the background in their make-believe world.
She nodded, and the boy quickly swallowed in response, then quickly joined the children playing at the playhouse.
This was her moment for herself: A short time to be alone so she shot her eyes closed and blocked the sounds.
She drifted into the memories of silent pleasures. She was seating on a green lawn in front of her house, holding the grasses under her palms. The wind was gently stroking her hair and the Sun was greeting her face with warmth.
She was about to get up when a yell took her back to reality. Her boy came running with tears streaming on his floppy cheeks. His head was marked with bruises and he was pointing to the spot where he fell.
She calmed his son, soothing words she got from the peaceful place in her mind; and decided that she take her son with her next time.
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