I hated to do it, but I had to get up and stretch. After sitting for hours I was getting pretty stiff. I was afraid, though I knew he’d forgive me if I missed him. My sister, Martha, gave me a look that was both questioning and understanding. It had been a very long day.
The sky was just beginning to catch the evening fire as I walked out of the back door. I went to the edge of the yard, stopped and watched as the sun dipped towards the lake.
I had forgotten how beautiful it was around Mom and Dad’s house.
Memories of my childhood came back. Playing in the fields just behind my parent’s house. Swims in the lake. Hikes in the hills. I remembered the forts in the woods I made and lazy rainy days watching out of the window.
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