“I want to thank my parents for encouraging me.” Cheryl’s eyes scanned the nooks and corners as she spoke what she had memorized before the concert. “A special thanks to my music teacher…” Aunt Thelma was huddled in a corner, her eyes shining. She had taken Cheryl to her piano lessons every alternate day, learned piano for her and practiced with her. But, there was no mention of her in the speech prepared by her dad and supervised by her mom. “Thank you, Aunt Thelma” whispered Cheryl. Thelma could not hide her tear-streaked cheeks and a subtle, victorious smile.
This is in response to a word prompt in Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge.
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Excellent Read!
Thank uou so much for reading and commenting.
What an homage to Aunt Thelma. This is a nice piece of writing.
In some cases, the person behind the hard work never gets any credit or appreciation. This is one such case. Thank you very much for taking the time to comment.
Ohhhhh, this really tugged at my heart!! Thank you! Excellent story!!
Amy, glad to see you commenting here again. Thank you very much. xo
Cheryl has learned much from her parents… and Aunt Thelma.
True. She learns from them. Not all helpers or maids get kind words from their employers. They are often relegated to a corner during important celebrations. Thank you for the read and the comment.
I am glad she went off script and that Aunt Thelma heard it, whispered though it was. Sounds as if this kid is going to be better than her parents.
Yes. She would get into trouble if she says it aloud 🙂 Thank you for stopping here, Avery
A subtle victory for both aunt and niece.
True. Thank you for visiting, Charli:)
What a beautiful story!
I am much too verbose for flash fiction. Novels are no problem for me, but telling a story in a couple hundred words takes a special talent. Well done!
Thank you very much, Bill