Kiss It Goodbye
She believed her mother, even though her father did not. Her mother could never have been in love with another man.
Manda kissed the photo of her mom looking glamorous, her hand displaying her gorgeous engagement ring holding her father’s? head.
She believed her mother, even though her father did not. Her mother could never have been in love with another man. But it did not matter, their misunderstanding started a fight and then a separation and soon a divorce.
The print of Manda's lips on the photo with the reissued lipstick her mother wore in the photo matched her mother's lips exactly. But now Manda would discontinue wearing the lipstick, as she placed the photo in her keepsake box.
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F. Leonora Solomon
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Oh this was so heartbreaking. Very well done!