Out in the open field, she watched the boys play. A game she could not, and probably would not connect to. Yet she stood there, and made no words. Not even a word. As if by a twist of fate the boys were visited by a world of unknown. Her presence was a confusion.
For her, there was a certain inexplicable sense of accountability, of duty and of love. She hoped they know. Duty and love in its indivisible definition was not easily perceived, even for herself.
With another losing game, she could not counter how they would confide in her. She watched as the ball toss.
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