The ants go marching two by two – hurrah, hurrah!

Over and over and over again, Gina sang tunelessly. Greg grabbed his head and moaned. Reaching out with his left hand, he touched her shoulder, stopping her forward progress.

“Gina, please stop. Daddy has a headache.”

He felt a flush of regret as Gina began to rock side to side.

“I’m sorry, sweetie. I know you like that song. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. Let’s go on home now.”

Gina shrugged and turned with Greg towards the crosswalk. At the corner she stopped and rocked again while they waited for traffic. Greg gasped as Gina broke away and darted through the traffic to the other side of the street.

“Gina, sweetie, what in the world? You scared, Daddy, kiddo. What . . .?”

She stood and rocked back and forth and began to hum another tune, “I love you truly . . .”

Greg looked down to see the tiles and what he’d forgotten was there; a message from Gina’s mom, his life partner. It was the last thing she had done before the accident, laying that tile with a lasting message for them: “Hi, I’m _________________ and I’m completely in love with you.”

He touched his daughter’s shoulder. Together they rocked and hummed, “I love you truly, truly, dear.”
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After a group participation challenge earlier in the week, the weekend Trifextra challenge was to write 33-333 words about these three photos:

photos are from the trifecta site.