Today, begin a piece of fiction writing with the following:
I was where I’d always wanted to be. Invisible. A fly on the wall in our home so to speak. Watching the interaction of the others as they discussed my life and how I’d affected theirs. I could no longer defend my actions and opinions. I had only to listen to how they had been interpreted by those I loved. Jason was talking now. My first born. The child on which I cut my mother-teeth and who I showered with such love and dreams. The confident familiar ring of his voice caressed my heart as he ………

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