It was their first trip aboard as a family and this time around, the kids were picking up the tab.
After a lot of slips, trips, and falls, huffing and puffing, the parents finally managed to get a hang of ice skating.
They held hands as they watched their kids engaged in a fierce game of ice hockey, love and pride etched on their faces.
Written in response to the Three Line Tales, Week 146 prompt by Sonya. Thanks to Sonya for hosting this challenge. If you want to participate, please visit the link for instructions and other guidelines!
Author’s Note:
It’s a wonderful feeling to be able to give back to the ones who have sacrificed so much for you. And they are the ones who will have your back, always. Come rain or shine! ♥️
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what clever story. I thought for a moment that the parents were learning ice skating till I realised that getting the hang of meant ‘understanding the game’. Very well done.
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Glad you liked it. Thanks for a lot for dropping by, Sunitaji! ♥️🤗😀
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is this my story [ though still in to do list]
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You can turn it into your story. 😉 It can be mine too, one day. Not so long in the future. 😄
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A sweet warm story 🙂
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Thanks a lot, dear! ♥️😄
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Wonderful! 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
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Thank you, Amy! Glad to hear it. ♥️😄
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Nice one
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Thank you 😄
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