The little mouse (a fifty-word story)
I held you in my arms. You were so tiny back then. Your first steps, that smile on your face. The first day of school with tears streaming down. Now you graduate high school, a strong beautiful woman you’re turning out to be. But you’ll always be my little mouse.
This is a fifty-word fictional story. It was written as part of this fifty-word short story challenge with the prompt word "mouse". Please feel free to check out the other #fiftywords stories and join the challenge.
The photo above is of my daughter taken on her third birthday.