Someone's waiting for me

    As I look at the image in front of me I realize how I have hugged every bit of my personality. The sweet breeze enters the opening and enlightens every agony that passed. I comb my hair which hangs and swinging madly, as madly as they could, feeling the gust of air. I suddenly feel like smiling. Again I look at my mirror and I love what I can see. My husband called ….

    “My love, breakfast is ready!” 

    I quickly grab the piece of rose at my desk and hurry to see that someone, someone who is waiting for me….