• Waking up to the mourning bells and listening to the early birds sing their delightning song.Stepping down the stairs to a fresh scent from the beautiful lilacs mother has arranged. As sounds of bells jingle across the room as Gace headed to her foodbowl while Mace played with with Papa's hair, braiding every piece she could. As for me eating my pancakes and a glass of milk and biding everyone one goodbye. Run! Run! Run! My heart skiped and ran to my destination.20 more minutes and then 15 minutes and then 10. I wait like a loyal lapdog would for his owner to come back. 5 minutes more, even though it short it felt so long. Maybe I have waited so long, so long to see that face once again. To see him again in reality is want I hoped.Strange I thought, an ambulance with its flashing lights but maybe some one got medecial problems. I sat again next to the wall of the airport waiting to see him walking out of the tunnel and into my arms...........But then again do you know that feeling when you got what you wished but didn't turn out to right? Like wishing to get a phone when you got a old one or wishing for a fish as a pet when you got a bass. Well I was happy to see him but i wanted to see him alive because we promise when we meet again, we'd would go out to that flower field and holds saying I love you over and.. over..... and over...and...over.......again.........