her big blue eyes were quite open. The hard wooden floors felt icy under her bare feet. Rushing

to her window pushing back the pink cotton curtains and lifting the aging wooden pane, she

inhaled the aroma of lilacs from the blooming tree below. She saw a small patch of dark clouds

threatening to block out the morning sun on the horizon. There was frost on the ground covering

her mother's flower bed. "No," she thought to herself, "nothing is going to ruin this day."

She turned and worked her toes into velvety slippers then headed towards the bathroom.

After filling the bathtub nearly full with warm water and bubbles, she slid in. With a thin,

outstretched arm she switched on the stereo sitting on the vanity nearby.

Her anxiety-ridden mother was downstairs preparing a large breakfast for her family

and other friends and relatives that had come to visit early this morning. Her mind was cluttered

with last minute plans and preparation. She felt her eyes begin to swell up with tears and she

became overwhelmed with sorrow when she noticed her husband hurrying down the stairway

times before. She could sense the heartbreak that her parents were experiencing. She knew that

and "miss you's," before running upstairs one last time to grab her purse and keys. This time

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Approximate Pages = 4 (250 words per page double spaced)