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Growing up #FiveSentenceFiction

The waves tickled her feet and the bouncing waters allured her to come closer, enveloping her in a light embrace first, then slowly threatening to swallow her up.

She needn't have worried for he gently wound his arms around and pulled her up in time, gently admonishing and cautioning her to be careful.

Secure in his arms, she loved pushing the limits, exploring her little world bit by bit, and tasting freedom as she challenged every boundary.

Her boundaries widened as she grew older and she was no longer afraid of the waves that might swallow her.

The arms no longer held her back, secure in the knowledge that the wisdom imparted would always serve her as the protective shield.

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Five sentence fiction written in response to the prompt: Secure at LillieMcferrinWrites.

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  1. Awwww super cute..loved it..hope every parent understands the importance of letting go..and yet being there

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    1. Exactly, RM! thanks for nailing it :-)

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  2. Cute. Loved how you summed it up. You are on a roll, cooking stories fast :)

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    1. hehe, Jas..thank you..hope they are cooking well too :-)

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  3. Lovely story of father and daughter.

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  4. Lovely story, Uma. Yes, the knowledge & values helped her for life...

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    1. thank you, Anita..sure they did :-)

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  5. Loved the post and even more loved the pic. It's so lovely.

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    1. thank you so much, Keirthana! :-)

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  6. I am going to call my dad after commenting...YES I miss him!

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  7. Wow! So much conveyed in five lines!

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    1. Hey thanks, Aarthy..I'm growing to like these challenges to writer shorter :-)

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  8. Parenthood..security - always go hand in hand :)

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    1. True, although the balance of providing security and the act of letting go is tough to achieve.

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  9. I think it's safe to say we both enjoyed this weeks word. Well done!

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  10. Loved it. Beautiful take on the prompt. Different.

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  11. I fear water and have not conquered my fears yet and have written on them.But i wish to take swimming lessons , one day.

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  12. nice.
    We grow into adulthood slowly and with comforting (hopefully) memories and encouragements. Randy

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    1. Yes, Randy, that's a kind of security all children should be entitled to.

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  13. How lovely! The idea that we must let go in order to be truly secure. Wonderful take on the prompt, Uma :)

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  14. Could relate well with this, the pic is so cute :-)

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    1. Glad you could relate, Mridubala..thanks and welcome here :-)

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    1. Thank you, Vinitha! sorry, missed replying to your comment :-(

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  16. Giving her roots and wings, indeed! Very well written, Uma.

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