The center would always be an important part of her, but she was getting up in years. It was harder for her to handle the physical demands of the job,...so it was time for her to move on. She told me one reason she felt able to move on was I was there to keep the laughter going. "But they replaced you," I sobbed."No, Sarah, they replaced my position, not me. They continue to call me and seek my advice on a regular basis." But what about all these glowing comments they are pouring out about this. It will be good to renew old acquaintances but I am still upset I have lost my career. Finally the aircraft banks and begins the approach to the airfield nearest my home. I look out the window. I feel my chest tighten and my eyes water. I will not cry. I won’t, I won’t. This is a very small airport. I walk out of the departure lounge and see wall to wall people. Where are all these people going I wonder? When I exit the security area a loud roar goes up. The crowd surges forward. There is my. The thought of ever being less than perfectly dressed, coiffed, and made up became unthinkable to her. What little they had ever shared of sporting or outdoor activities disappeared.Because he still adored her, he could have tolerated her style and grooming demands, even though they strained their combined budget. She honestly seemed to love him, as well, and that helped him to overlook and tolerate their increasing incompatibilities for a long time. The lack of a family was very painful to. Very happy to know it has been liked.The base plot is fully ready, and I am hoping to submit the next parts, one by one, every week. This particular episode is comparatively smaller, but significant as it is the bridge between innocence and sin, in the relationship between the mother and son.This is a series of text messages between Ayan and his mother, Mona. As it is an immediate continuation, reading the earlier part may make this more exciting. Happy Reading! Mona has received the picture.