Portfolio in hand, waiting to hand it in
She had a smile on her face, long gone by now
She’s angry but also anxious
What if they forgot about me
How could they forget
As her thoughts ponder, she begins to feel weary
Sleepy almost
Something is keeping her up though
Ring
She looks to the phone on the front desk
Curiosity being her weakness, she answers
“Hello Mrs…”
“Ms, actually”
Choking back the memories, she keeps listening
“Right, sorry for your loss”
“It’s okay, thank you”
Memories begin to flash and she tries to stop the tears
“We wanted to inform you that you’ve received the job.
However, we moved your first meeting until tomorrow”
“Oh okay, thank you so much”
Despite the exciting news, she couldn’t help the already fallen tears
Her husband wasn’t a memory that could easily be stored away
Even a mention of what use to be caused floods of not only
memories but heartbreak
“We’ll see you tomorrow”
She hung up the phone quickly
She cried for what seemed like hours but was only a few
minutes
As she settled down, she rubbed her kicking stomach
and began to think about her new life ahead
Things were going to be okay.