“His name is Michael!” the old woman said triumphantly, a sparkle in her
eyes.
She had been trying to think of her son’s name all morning.
The young man who stopped by to help her every day smiled. “That’s a
nice name.”
“Oh, he’s a lovely boy! I’m so proud of him” she told him, her face lit
with maternal love and devotion.
“I just wish he would visit me more often. I really miss him” she said,
trying not to sound too disappointed.
“I’m sure he misses you, too” Michael said, gently setting her lunch in
front of her.
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