Finally Proud

She lay in bed, staring in wonder at the cover of her first book in print, and with a¬†sleepy, soft prayer to heaven and tears in her eyes, she said,¬†“I hope you are proud of me now, Mom.”
When her heavy eyelids closed, she was still in that place between being awake and dreaming, and she heard a soft, distant whispering in her ear say, “I always was.”
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