she clapped her sticky hands together in delight. She wasn't one to usually bake, but the occasion had made her try something new. Coffee cake had always been his favourite.
when the doorbell finally rang she skipped, almost leaping towards the door. The smell of the cake in the oven and the usually cluttered living room that had been decorated with streamers and ribbons was something unusual for her. But of course this was a special exception.
the door opened and she was greeted with the face of a stranger, frowning she looked around for the familiar face that she knew so well and in this moment the stranger had already extended his arm, a sealed envelope in his hand.
it was a windy day, on the verge of rain; the weather only reflecting her emotions as she sunk to the porch beneath her. The wailing of a young child, echoing in the home behind her.
