Some days the clock ticks by so very
slowly.
Waiting.
Watching.
Peeking out the window.
Waiting.
They should have been here.
Where are they?
She's driving me crazy.
Where is the van?
Is that them?
The dog isn't barking.
It's not them.
Again.
They're late!
Again.
They're late!
Watching.
Waiting.
They're here!
Let's go, Mom!
Thank you for coming!
Some days the clock clicks so very
quickly.
Don't let her be here yet.
Waiting.
Watching.
Is that her?
Is she here already?
Don't be here yet.
Please.
Peeking.
Waiting.
Just a little while longer.
Please.
Not yet.
It's too soon.
The dog is going crazy.
They're early!
They're early!
She's here.
And the clock slows. Again.
09/14/14
09/14/14
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