She planted the first rambling rose bush for her son and the second for her daughter. All four grew fast. She shaped her children much the same way she shaped the bushes, but without shears.
That changed today. Her children were off to their first year of college; she was moving.
She watched them pile into their friend’s car from the porch, next to the bushes, tears in her eyes.
Pulling into the driveway of her new house; she noticed there were two empty spots on either side of the porch, matching the two empty spots in the back seat.