“I want to soak some sun, breathe fresh air, soothe my eyes looking at the greenery,” insisted mother, “I am tired of these four walls. I cannot take it anymore.”
Mother noticed the yellow bicycle as soon as they emerged from the station. The sheer beauty of the yellow color filled her mind with happiness. She was transported to her childhood days when world used to be full of color and possibilities.
“Why don’t we rent one,” she asked her daughter, “let me try if I can pedal a few kilo meteres around the lake.”
“Are your sure mother” asked her daughter, “you are not completely fit yet; you want to pedal all by yourself! Why don’t we walk?”
Mother was stubborn as usual. She rode the bicycle slowly but surely around the lake on a bright sunny day when bright yellow dandelions smiled at her and cheered for her by swaying in the wind.
That night mother passed away with a beautiful and contended smile on her face. Thank god, I agreed to her cycling. I would forever feel guilty for depriving her of the happiness, thought her daughter.
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