Moving on… (Micro fiction)

How over joyed he was on the birth of his son! He remembered holding the little bundle of joy in his arms for the first time. The day he took his first step, the first word he spoke, his first day at school, his growing years…So many beautiful memories kept flashing before his eyes. Quietly he wiped the tears that had trickled down his eyes and stepped out of his old age room for a game of cards with his new friends.

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