The blinding rays of the sun kiss my pale skin, already tightening and turning pink, as I struggle to push our stroller up the hill, seeking summertime adventure.
I spot the park in the distance, like a lush oasis in this dessert of blacktop, but the moisture on my chest, combined with a bit of painful chub rub, just makes me want to return home to my air conditioned apartment.
My son laughs joyfully in his seat, arms stretched outwards, embracing the outdoors and sunshine, reminding me why I put myself through this torture.
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My weekly response for Sonya’s Three Line Tales (Week 73) writing challenge. Photo by Christian Widell via Unsplash.
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