A New Love is BØRN

Adoption Day

Hope

     For the first time ever I don't want to go to work. I always want to work. What's different about today? Let's see: I went to a concert with my little sister and I met the artist. That's pretty cool. Okay, really cool. He had the prettiest eyes, and the faintest but sweetest smile. He asked me to come to his room with him, and that's what turned me away. I can't be just A girl to someone. Oh well.

     Time for work. I got up and took a shower. I lathered my hair and washed my body, making sure to take the time to wash all the memories of the previous night away. I stepped out,  put on my worn out blue jeans, slid into a pair of gray crocs, pulled on my work T-shirt, and headed out the door. I felt around in my pockets for my keys.

     Of course.
     I headed back inside to get them. They were sitting beside my hairbrush. Thank goodness, I forgot to brush my hair too. No time. I got it up the best I could into a messy bun, but not the cute kind. The kind that says, "woke up late, gotta get to work, hair is my last priority." Oh well, it'll due.

     Today's our big event. We have one each year. It's so much preparation, I'm surprised I had time to even take Jane last night. I have been in charge of decorations and registration for our adoption day. I work with the kids at the adoption center. I talk to them, and am their friend during the day, but in the afternoons I work on finding these sweet children families.

     I put the car into reverse and roll out of my gravel driveway slowly. I have to come to an abrupt stop, when a yellow travel bus speeds over the hill and past my driveway.
    
    I am annoyed, but no time for road rage. I continue on my way.