Today she would make it to the summit. Granted, the mountain didn't stand all that high above the earth, and some would call it a foothill, but she saw it differently. She saw it as a goal to be reached, an obstacle to rise above. When she set foot on the top of this mountain she would look all over the valley and smile. Unlike most people, she wouldn't take a picture because it would dirty the memory she would always have.
She had been up the mountain before, but this day would be different. Today she would carry a heavy burden up the mountain, and let it down on the top. Each step she took she hummed a little song to herself, not knowing if what she carried could hear it. Her breath came out harder, her arms seemed to increase in weight, yet she kept going.
Finally, she reached the top of the mountain, and set what she carried beside her. She smiled at what seemed like a burden before...and the burden smiled back. Soft giggle wafted on the breeze, flying out of the mouths of a mother and a new born child.
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