Bored. No, completely bored. Crystal took a step forward pushing her package with her feet.

The man ahead of her stormed out of the Post Office. Through the windows, Crystal watched him stalk to his car. Looking down, she picked up his forgotten package.

Running after him, Crystal yelled, “Sir, your package”.

The bomb exploded.

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Sitting, she watched the snow drift onto a shriveled garden rose and waited.

As a child, tomorrow held sparkling promise: marriage, children, laughter, romance, wealth and she couldn’t wait!

Only one adventure to wait for now.

“Here again, Mrs. Thompson? I’ll take you to your room,” the nurse said.

Maybe death will come for me tomorrow.

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Every night, she stood on-guard in this doorway.

With his arm around her, Sam guided her back to bed. Long after she cried herself to sleep, he stared at the ceiling and begged.

Don’t let the leukemia return for their child.

Please God, not ever again.

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“Expect great things today, Capricorn!”

But everything was wrong today!

No hot water for a shower. Frank drank the last cup of coffee. She missed the bus. Walking into her review, her boss noticed a stain on her blouse.

Needing to resolve this once and for all, Reggie placed the call.

“Mom? Was I adopted?”

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Turning into their driveway, his heart raced with anticipation. He shifted the bouquet of roses to open the door.

She waited for him behind the door then fell into his arms. In her scent and sensation, he forgot his funny story and buried his face in her chestnut hair.

“My day? Nothing exciting.”

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