better left unsaid

I didn’t quite hear my mum’s reply after I’d enquired how she was. When I asked her to repeat it, she did, with a little smile. I knew then that her first reply must’ve been a cheeky one.

“Is that what you said before?”


“Really? I thought I heard you say something else”.

At this point we were smiling and beaming at each other. Quiet.

“Okay, I must’ve misheard.”

I’m sure as I turned to leave the room, I saw, out of the corner of my eye, my mum let out a sigh of relief. Who knows? It seems my ears were playing tricks on me before, maybe my eyes were doing the same this time.

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