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I am a 40 year old married mother of two teenage boys. I live for writing, especially romance. Love the happily ever after scenerio. The best thing about writing for me is the ability to lose yourself in your work, and feel as if you've accomplished something great. At the end of the day, that's all that really matters.

The Helpers

Oh, the beautiful lights. I love Christmastime when colorful lights illuminate the usually darkened streets. But this year, the arthritis had left me unable to decorate outside my home, so I had to call in backup decorators in the form of my son and grandson. They helped me physically and understood my preferences, knowing exactly how I like things, how many strands of lights I wind around the treetops and trunks, every shrub, and the candy canes that line the walkway.

I watched from the window as they moved in tandem, from one flowerbed to the next, candy canes lining the walkway. I was excited for when dusk settled in, and I could click the buttons on the remote control and head outside to watch my house come alive. Being the thoughtful mother I am, I made sure I had hot chocolate ready for my two favorite men when they finished their tasks.

"Grab your coat, Nana, and let's go out and see how it looks," Sam said.

I clapped my hands together, eager to see which colors adorned the weeping cherry tree and the Japanese maple. Of all the shrubbery, they were my favorites, and I always played around with the colors on them at Christmas.

We headed through the garage and outside as the sun dipped low in the sky. Standing on the sidewalk, I pressed the remote, and the lights burst to life.

"Umm, whose idea was this?" I asked, pointing to the red and white solar globes beneath the weeping cherry tree.

Sam smiled, "Dad's."

I shook my head. From Sam, I'd understand, but Jake should've had the presence of mind to know better.

"You know they're solar, right?" I asked.

Written For: "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge"

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