"What in the world are you doing?"
"I'm looking up at the sky, why?"
"That's my question, why are you laying out in the middle of the lawn, looking up at the sky?"
"I'm watching the clouds."
"Again I'll ask you, why?"
"Just, thinking and watching the clouds float by."
"What are you thinking about?"
"Stuff! What kind of stuff?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"How could you know that, if you don't tell me."
"When I was a kid, my mom and I would lay on the grass, look up at the clouds and talk about stuff."
"What kind of stuff did you talk about?"
"I don't remember."
"You never talk about your mom."
"Yeah, I know. I was six when she died."
"Thanks. I just miss her sometimes, like around the holidays, especially Mother's Day."
"I can understand that."
"I feel close to her when I`m gazing at the sky. I use to go to the park each year and lay in the grass for a few hours, thinking about her."
"Thanks for sharing your story with me Johnny, stay out here for as long as you like."
"Thanks Roy, tell Joanne I'll be in for dinner in a few minutes."
"I miss you Mom, Happy Mother's Day."
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