It had been their “thing” to do, child swinging and both of them giggling as they defied gravity. Sometimes people watched in ways that spoke their disapproval but The Child didn’t notice and The Mother didn’t care. They didn’t know what she knew. Their last swing was right in the garden at the hospital door. The Mother, suspecting it was the last time, cried and The Child asked her why, to which she replied “because I love swinging you so much”. This was mostly true. 

Later, when the Angel came to take The Child, she decided to give The Mother a gift. When The Mother left the hospital, alone, she saw it there in the garden, She and her Child swinging forever.