Writing under the Umbrella
My mother loved writing. She just writes about anywhere, at anytime a good idea strikes her mind. Being a retired journalist, writing became a job and a hobby. She loves outdoors, peace and quiet, with the open sun and sky above her. So, as an addition to her patio, my dad bought her sun umbrellas.
I still loved watching her from the window, as she quietly writes away. There is that unique solitude in her that is beautiful. Whenever she gets to finish a story, she would read it to us and ask us what we think about it. She usually sends it to newspapers that have become fans of her writing.
To date, my mom is already 57 years old and still writing. I still picture her today, writing under those canopies. I guess she finds happiness as she drifts away in her own world, not be disturbed. Her grandchildren knew she is not to be bothered. But we still watch her pen away those stories by the window.