‘Hold hands!’ I screamed at the twins as they approached the water. He carefully took her hand in his and tugged her towards the approaching wave. ‘Don’t let go!’ I screamed again, just to make sure that they stay together. Even at 9 they were still babies for me, especially ever since she was diagnosed with Tourette’s syndrome.
He had always wondered what made her surface everything in spite of her challenges. ‘She’s the lucky one’ I’d told him when they were 5. He’d vowed to protect her always.
Now, looking at them together, enjoying each moment, I simply smiled.
Linking this to Write Tribe 100 words on Saturday 2014-7