Hope
©Poet of the Shadows AKA Shadowpoet
Chapter 9
There is always a point in one's life when everything seems to fit. A fleeting moment that if you could hold it everything would make sense and nothing would be left unknown. That moment for me was my 12th Christmas. I had not seen Hope since my birthday and I was beginning to wonder if she hated me.
Christmas morning I woke up at 5 am, almost cursing my self because I couldn't sleep longer. I decided to get up and take a shower, then go downstairs for a bowl of cereal. By the time I made it downstairs it was about 6 am. The tree looked beautiful, the presents were there and nothing seemed out of place, well almost nothing.
I didn't take notice of a big wrapped box covering the reclining chair in the living room. Since our tree was in the dining room I didn't even think to look. I proceeded to the kitchen, got my self a bowl of sweet chocolate goodness, added milk and proceeded to eat. Once I was done and had rinsed my bowl, the rest of my family joined me. We progressed to the dining room and opened presents.
Nothing can dampen the excitement of a 12-year-old boy quicker than when every present he receives is clothing or shoes. Yeah, I know, the stuff was necessary for living comfortably. Nonetheless, I was disappointed, so I departed our family gathering leaving mom and dad in the dining room.
I walked into the living room planning to sit on the recliner and sulk. That's when I noticed the recliner was missing. In its place was a 5 foot by 3 foot by 5 foot box wrapped in crimson foil. The tag on the box had my name on it and inside was a card. As I reached for the card I felt a spark, not unlike the one I felt when I first looked into Hope's eyes and touched her hand.
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