#10. Pattern
Wax floated in crimson spatters across the water’s surface.
“Why do you look so sad, Mama?”
“Because I see only bad things writ here, Thomas.”
“I see a heart! And isn’t that an anchor?”
How do you see such a bleak pattern, my son, and still find love and hope?
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