Jeccka
One Thousand Club
@annaxbates
the greatest joy a mother can feel is in knowing that her daughter is getting married. When Lily told Anna, all Anna could do was cry and hold her in a tight hug. Her baby girl was growing up...she was becoming a woman now, and she didn't want that to happen. But she knew her daughter was in good hands when she met Michael. Other people called him Dr. Sanders, but she liked his name. He was a very handsome young man, tall, broad shouldered, straight brown hair, gorgeous green eyes. Lily was a lucky girl. In Anna's mind the young lovers were already saying their I do's...that was until lily said "and when daddy gives me away...i'll just cry" No where in the mental seating charts was a place for her ex husband. She hadn't spoken to Trevor in years and wasn't sure if she wanted to now. She went into the other room while the two talked. She had a number for him on a sticky not she had in a drawer in the kitchen somewhere. As she searched for it she weighed the pros and cons of having him there "my daughter is happy...i'm not...my ex is happy...i'm not..... everything's fine...it's not" The sticky note was curled and dog eared and the number faded, which showed how often shed used it, which was never. She wasn't even sure if this was still his number, but she dialed the kitchen phone and waited. She wasn't sure if he would answer, and she was equally unsure about whether she wanted him to or not.
Just outside the front door to his one story, humble abode, Trevor heard his home phone ringing. The only calls he ever received were either from the fire station or solicitors and he hoped it wasn't the station calling him back in. At the same time he hoped it was, that he would be able to get out of the house for another few hours. Fumbling with the keys, he tried hurriedly to unlock the door. It wasn't until he dropped the bags of groceries he was holding that he finally got in.
Stepping over the fallen food and broken glass, Trevor answered the call without checking the number. "Hello?" He answered, a slight frustration in his voice.
the greatest joy a mother can feel is in knowing that her daughter is getting married. When Lily told Anna, all Anna could do was cry and hold her in a tight hug. Her baby girl was growing up...she was becoming a woman now, and she didn't want that to happen. But she knew her daughter was in good hands when she met Michael. Other people called him Dr. Sanders, but she liked his name. He was a very handsome young man, tall, broad shouldered, straight brown hair, gorgeous green eyes. Lily was a lucky girl. In Anna's mind the young lovers were already saying their I do's...that was until lily said "and when daddy gives me away...i'll just cry" No where in the mental seating charts was a place for her ex husband. She hadn't spoken to Trevor in years and wasn't sure if she wanted to now. She went into the other room while the two talked. She had a number for him on a sticky not she had in a drawer in the kitchen somewhere. As she searched for it she weighed the pros and cons of having him there "my daughter is happy...i'm not...my ex is happy...i'm not..... everything's fine...it's not" The sticky note was curled and dog eared and the number faded, which showed how often shed used it, which was never. She wasn't even sure if this was still his number, but she dialed the kitchen phone and waited. She wasn't sure if he would answer, and she was equally unsure about whether she wanted him to or not.
Just outside the front door to his one story, humble abode, Trevor heard his home phone ringing. The only calls he ever received were either from the fire station or solicitors and he hoped it wasn't the station calling him back in. At the same time he hoped it was, that he would be able to get out of the house for another few hours. Fumbling with the keys, he tried hurriedly to unlock the door. It wasn't until he dropped the bags of groceries he was holding that he finally got in.
Stepping over the fallen food and broken glass, Trevor answered the call without checking the number. "Hello?" He answered, a slight frustration in his voice.