PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
“What about this one, Grandpa?” Ten-year-old Mia pulled on Tom’s arm dragging him through the bakery section of the party emporium.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding,” he said exaggerating his frown. “I can feel myself becoming diabetic just looking at that awful thing.
“But you were a hippie a long time ago, right?” she giggled.
“Not exactly,” he mused. “Sure, I’m old, but I don’t remember eating anything like that.
Tom looked at her smiling face and lamented the world she was growing up in. Sure, the world of his childhood was far from perfect, but it had hope.
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