Too old for this
Memories tugged gently at her heart as she ran her hand over the stroller’s handle. She remembered her son, so tiny back then, bundled beneath soft blankets, peeking out with sleepy eyes as she rolled him down their old street. A wistful smile touched her lips. Those days felt like another lifetime now. Her son was in preschool, obsessed with dinosaurs and astronauts, becoming more independent every week. Letting go of the stroller finally felt inevitable.
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