#the fact that house sacrificed his own pain for wilson

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hilson moments from “the c-word” that make me want to rip my hair out

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The Sewer King’s Carol: The First Ghost Part 2 - A Comic Book Identity

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Previous Drabble (First Ghost Part 1): link

I was young when they told me. Maybe around 10 or 11 years old. I remember sitting on the bed awaiting Mom's bedtime story for the night. The one on Snowdown eve was always a special one about the holidays. Maybe it would be another one of the poro king's exploits or maybe the tales of the many incarnations of Santa, or would it be one of the quirky elves that worked in his workshop.

               Suddenly my Mom comes in, smiling at me, but with the smile I expect. It was rather melancholy for her. Her eyes grew old with stress and her wrinkles were more apparent. It almost seemed that it hurt to shape her lips, but she always did for me back then. "Was work hard today, Mom?" I asked.

               "Oh... Kinda grueling if you asked me, but nothing I can't handle," she replied back in a sweet voice. In her hand she held a book that different from the ones that consist of the previous Snowdown tales. Instead of being a big green book with the Snowdown king grinning happily on the cover in gold lining, it was a small one with a very graphic picture of a man with goggles and a black-green jumpsuit flying towards the air as the title bolds his name in large, black letters: Atomic-Man.

               "Whoa.. Is that the story you're gonna tell?" I ask, gazing at the detailed cover.

               "Yeah.. I thought it's time we do something different, don't you think?" she sat down on the bed with me and opened the book, showcasing the visual assortment of boxes and drawings. "It even has pictures for you too! I know you'll love this one." She looked down at the first page and began to describe what was happening as I scan the images. "One day, there was a man named Wade Wilson. He was a man that wanted to fight for his city and fight for what's right! So much so that he wanted to go join the army to protect his family."

               "Whoa.." I said looking at the soldier waiting in line. "Would I be a good soldier?"

               "I bet you would be amazing. Now.. he joined the army when he was 22 and worked hard on his training," she flipped the page. "But then... the army wanted to try something out on him. You see ZAC, they wanted to create a super soldier." She pointed to the numerous blueprints of what seems to be a man with severe augmentation. On the side were lab equipment that I was far too familiar with, so much so that I shivered at the mere sight of them. "They wanted a soldier to be augmented to control the toxins and poison around him. To do this, they created project Bioforge, asking for volunteers to be sacrificed in the name of their city." She flipped the page again, and the series of pictures showed a man being tortured as he was strapped to a table. I closed my eyes and only felt the reassuring pat of my mother.

               "Eventually Wade was called to be one of those soldiers and they did so much to him.. I'll tell you when to open your eyes. Heh. They would do all these nasty things.. poking.. ripping body parts off.. putting these nasty needles.." she said while poking my gelatinous form. I slightly jump at the touch of her fingernails. "Mom! Stop!"

               "Hehe.. What happened to my big grown adult?" I said nothing to that. "Well.. Luckily, unlike all of the others, Wade made it out alive, but all the more angry. He wanted to escape the pain so much that he pushed through all of the scientists and left the building." She pointed to an image of a shadow jumping off the window.

               "When he landed.. he got up immediately and looked at the building he was once in and ran away, knowing the suffering. He went immediately to his home, but when he opened the door, his family no longer saw him as their own, but rather as an augmented monster.." she said as she points to a hideously disfigured face with an augmented back and vials of poison strapped to him looking at his family in confusion as they all screamed. In the next panel, he was sitting all alone by the house he used to live.

               "This.. This is so sad.." I murmur. "Why.. show me this?"

               "Hey.. It's not over. Do you think that he would let this pull him down? Wade was many things and of those things he was always optimistic. He felt like he should give up. He felt scared of what he has become, but that never changed how he saw the world, how he saw the good in people, and how he saw what could be fixed. He got up and didn't sulk, but start on his ways to reveal project Bioforge to the world. He infiltrated the building he was once tortured in and began to use his newfound powers of chemical manipulation to free those that would've suffered as he did and show those who wanted to use those poor men justice." I gazed at Atomic Man's glory as he fought back with the evil scientists and villains.

               "Whoa..." I mumble.

               "He took on the name 'Atomic Man' and after every rescue, he began to reveal Project Bioforge's true colors, to the point where the city couldn't fund the project anymore. Those scientists can't experiment on people anymore, but that's not the best thing! The best thing was that Atomic Man was no longer seen as the monster by his family and friends, but rather as the hero that he wanted to be." I looked at the final picture: his family hugging him closely, repeating the words "I'm sorry".

               "Wow... That's so cool! I'm glad for him!" I said, smiling up at my mom.

               "I'm glad for him too.." She paused before starting her next sentence. "Do you know who he reminds me of?"

               "You?" I asked. She looked surprised at this when I said it. "I mean.. you saved me, didn't you, like Atomic Man! I think you're even better, honestly. Heh."

               "Well... I guess I am a hero in my own right, but I think he reminds me more of you.." She got off the bed and stood up on the floor. "I've been meaning to tell you this for quite some time now. You.. remember when you wanted to make another you. A brother?"

               "I.. I said I didn't mean it.. I won't do it again! I promise!"

               "Hey.. Relax. I'm not gonna punish you or anything. In fact, I should be apologizing.  You remember those lab experiments back then right?" I nodded slowly. "Well.. There's a reason for those ZAC." She sighed. "You see.. when we found you, we believed that you would be a weapon like Atomic Man.  Everyone talked of how you would change the world, but only as a tool. They would test your capabilities to the very limit, and you would always get so angry.. 'It's a monster!' they said. 'There was no way we could control you!' Heh. Oh how those times are past."

               "And then.. you saved me right?

               "Uh.. Yeah.. we saved you, but it's not over.. You see ZAC.. we're still being hunted down. Those bad men. Those people still want you and they still see you as a weapon. They still see you as a monster like Atomic Man.. " I looked down at my own green hands. "but I know who you are. I've seen the stuff you've been doing. Rescuing those poor kids last week. Leaving an impact on the sidewalk and knocking the bully unconscious?"

               "Wait you knew!? Oh no.. Please don't tell dad about this! Please!"

               "I won't. Listen. You did what you thought was right.."

               "He wouldn't stop making fun of that kid.. He would just keep punching him.. degrading him.."

               "I know..  I know how much it would frustrate us, but it always reminds me how much of a hero you really are. How much more of a hero you could be. " She leaned down and revealed a bag. She put a hand inside and brought out a small poster of Atomic Man's face seeming looking at the horizon with his serious look. "I brought you an early Snowdown gift. I thought you would like it. We can hang it above the bed."

               After the deed was done, I look at the hopeful Atomic Man gaze optimistically above me, hopeful for change. "Remember.. you may still be hunted down. People may still see you as a weapon, but I see a superhero. Me and your father will always see you as a super hero. Never forget that." she smiled before leaving. "Just.. make sure you clean up your messes. We don't want to leave tracks don't we?" I nod my head no. "Good. Good night ZAC. I love you."

               "I love you too Mom." The lights went off and I remember laying down on the bed thinking of what she said. I changed my position so I could get a good view of the poster and gazed at it all night, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

               I come back to my own room. So much has changed since I was gone. All of my metal sculptures were gone. Same goes to my bed and the furniture. I heard they condemned the whole neighborhood due to the "green goop monster" trying to fix all of the buildings he destroyed. Now everything was abandoned. It hurt to see the emptiness of the houses as their creaking and crying echoes through the canyon, but that just makes the place even better for me. I walk around the room and looked at where the Atomic Man poster used to be. I stretched my hand and feel where it once was. The poster was gone like everything else in my childhood. To think everything changed after 1 year. My grip of the wall tightens as I felt this hole inside me grow bigger and bigger. How everything felt so cold to me now. How it always feels like something is missing.

               I place the black bag of metal pipes down and begin making the toys for my delivery. I took one metal plate and began folding it with my large, heated hands. I can make people happy. I can be the hero that my parents saw, and maybe if I showed that to them..

               I finished the first of many toys and never stopped working, dreaming of the joy I’ll bring as I received long before.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA & MOM!!!

July 4, 2017 Dear Yeshua, There is no greater feeling of liberation than to experience this freedom from sin and death that you have providedfor me through Yeshua the Messiah. Today my heart and my soul are free to praise you. For this I am very thankful.On this Independence Day I am reminded of all those who have sacrificed for my freedom, following the example of you, Yeshua. Let me not take my freedom, both physical and spiritual, for granted. May I always remember that my freedom was purchases with a very high price. My freedom cost others their very lives. Yeshua, today bless those who have served and continue to give their lives for my freedom. With favor and bounty meet their needs and watch over their families. Help me to live my life in a way that glorifies you, Yeshua. Give me the strength to be a blessing in someone else's life today, and grant me the opportunity to lead others into the freedom that can be found in knowing Yeshua the Messiah, in the name of Yeshua. Amen.

Long but worth the read....

IN CONGRESS, JULY 4, 1776 The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpation, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. — Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpation, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their Public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such dissolution, to cause others to be elected, whereby the Legislative Powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavored to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.

He has obstructed the Administration of Justice by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary Powers.

He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harass our people and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.

He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil Power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:

For quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

For protecting them, by a mock Trial from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:

For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:

For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:

For depriving us in many cases, of the benefit of Trial by Jury:

For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offenses:

For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighboring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies

For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:

For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to complete the works of death, desolation, and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & Perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and

totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavored to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these Oppression We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our British brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpation, which would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these united Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States, that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. — And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes,and our sacred Honor.

New Hampshire: Josiah Bartlett, William Whipple, Matthew Thornton

Massachusetts: John Hancock, Samuel Adams, John Adams, Robert Treat Paine, Elbridge Gerry

Rhode Island: Stephen Hopkins, William Ellery

Connecticut: Roger Sherman, Samuel Huntington, William Williams, Oliver Wolcott

New York: William Floyd, Philip Livingston, Francis Lewis, Lewis Morris

New Jersey: Richard Stockton, John Witherspoon, Francis Hopkinson, John Hart, Abraham Clark

Pennsylvania: Robert Morris, Benjamin Rush, Benjamin Franklin, John Morton, George Clymer, James Smith, George Taylor, James Wilson, George Ross

Delaware: Caesar Rodney, George Read, Thomas McKean

Maryland: Samuel Chase, William Paca, Thomas Stone, Charles Carroll of Carrollton

Virginia: George Wythe, Richard Henry Lee, Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Harrison, Thomas Nelson, Jr., Francis Lightfoot Lee, Carter Braxton

North Carolina: William Hooper, Joseph Hewes, John Penn

South Carolina: Edward Rutledge, Thomas Heyward, Jr., Thomas Lynch, Jr., Arthur Middleton

Georgia: Button Gwinnett, Lyman Hall, George Walton

God Bless the U.S.A. by Lee Greenwood https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q65KZIqay4E

Lee Greenwood-Proud to be an American (tribute) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEHVmjojgcE

God Bless the USA - Lee Greenwood https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tNqUORIFV4I

God Bless the USA - Lee Greenwood https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uS8YWAisP7M

Have a blessed and safe 4th of July. May Yeshua the Messiah bless you, Love,Debbie

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A Comic Book Identity - ZAC

I was young when they told me. Maybe around 10 or 11 years old. I remember sitting on the bed awaiting Mom’s bedtime story for the night. The one on Snowdown eve was always a special one about the holidays. Maybe it would be another one of the poro king’s exploits or maybe the tales of the many incarnations of Santa, or would it be one of the quirky elves that worked in his workshop.

              Suddenly my Mom comes in, smiling at me, but with the smile I expect. It was rather melancholy for her. Her eyes grew old with stress and her wrinkles were more apparent. It almost seemed that it hurt to shape her lips, but she always did for me back then. “Was work hard today, Mom?” I asked.

              "Oh… Kinda grueling if you asked me, but nothing I can’t handle,“ she replied back in a sweet voice. In her hand she held a book that different from the ones that consist of the previous Snowdown tales. Instead of being a big green book with the Snowdown king grinning happily on the cover in gold lining, it was a small one with a very graphic picture of a man with goggles and a black-green jumpsuit flying towards the air as the title bolds his name in large, black letters: Atomic-Man.

              "Whoa.. Is that the story you’re gonna tell?” I ask, gazing at the detailed cover.

              "Yeah.. I thought it’s time we do something different, don’t you think?“ she sat down on the bed with me and opened the book, showcasing the visual assortment of boxes and drawings. "It even has pictures for you too! I know you’ll love this one.” She looked down at the first page and began to describe what was happening as I scan the images. “One day, there was a man named Wade Wilson. He was a man that wanted to fight for his city and fight for what’s right! So much so that he wanted to go join the army to protect his family.”

              "Whoa..“ I said looking at the soldier waiting in line. "Would I be a good soldier?”

              "I bet you would be amazing. Now.. he joined the army when he was 22 and worked hard on his training,“ she flipped the page. "But then… the army wanted to try something out on him. You see ZAC, they wanted to create a super soldier.” She pointed to the numerous blueprints of what seems to be a man with severe augmentation. On the side were lab equipment that I was far too familiar with, so much so that I shivered at the mere sight of them. “They wanted a soldier to be augmented to control the toxins and poison around him. To do this, they created project Bioforge, asking for volunteers to be sacrificed in the name of their city.” She flipped the page again, and the series of pictures showed a man being tortured as he was strapped to a table. I closed my eyes and only felt the reassuring pat of my mother.

              "Eventually Wade was called to be one of those soldiers and they did so much to him.. I’ll tell you when to open your eyes. Heh. They would do all these nasty things.. poking.. ripping body parts off.. putting these nasty needles..“ she said while poking my gelatinous form. I slightly jump at the touch of her fingernails. "Mom! Stop!”

              "Hehe.. What happened to my big grown adult?“ I said nothing to that. "Well.. Luckily, unlike all of the others, Wade made it out alive, but all the more angry. He wanted to escape the pain so much that he pushed through all of the scientists and left the building.” She pointed to an image of a shadow jumping off the window.

              "When he landed.. he got up immediately and looked at the building he was once in and ran away, knowing the suffering. He went immediately to his home, but when he opened the door, his family no longer saw him as their own, but rather as an augmented monster..“ she said as she points to a hideously disfigured face with an augmented back and vials of poison strapped to him looking at his family in confusion as they all screamed. In the next panel, he was sitting all alone by the house he used to live.

              "This.. This is so sad..” I murmur. “Why.. show me this?”

              "Hey.. It’s not over. Do you think that he would let this pull him down? Wade was many things and of those things he was always optimistic. He felt like he should give up. He felt scared of what he has become, but that never changed how he saw the world, how he saw the good in people, and how he saw what could be fixed. He got up and didn’t sulk, but start on his ways to reveal project Bioforge to the world. He infiltrated the building he was once tortured in and began to use his newfound powers of chemical manipulation to free those that would’ve suffered as he did and show those who wanted to use those poor men justice.“ I gazed at Atomic Man’s glory as he fought back with the evil scientists and villains.

              "Whoa…” I mumble.

              "He took on the name ‘Atomic Man’ and after every rescue, he began to reveal Project Bioforge’s true colors, to the point where the city couldn’t fund the project anymore. Those scientists can’t experiment on people anymore, but that’s not the best thing! The best thing was that Atomic Man was no longer seen as the monster by his family and friends, but rather as the hero that he wanted to be.“ I looked at the final picture: his family hugging him closely, repeating the words "I’m sorry”.

              "Wow… That’s so cool! I’m glad for him!“ I said, smiling up at my mom.

              "I’m glad for him too..” She paused before starting her next sentence. “Do you know who he reminds me of?”

              "You?“ I asked. She looked surprised at this when I said it. "I mean.. you saved me, didn’t you, like Atomic Man! I think you’re even better, honestly. Heh.”

              "Well… I guess I am a hero in my own right, but I think he reminds me more of you..“ She got off the bed and stood up on the floor. "I’ve been meaning to tell you this for quite some time now. You.. remember when you wanted to make another you. A brother?”

              "I.. I said I didn’t mean it.. I won’t do it again! I promise!“

              "Hey.. Relax. I’m not gonna punish you or anything. In fact, I should be apologizing.  You remember those lab experiments back then right?” I nodded slowly. “Well.. There’s a reason for those ZAC.” She sighed. “You see.. when we found you, we believed that you would be a weapon like Atomic Man.  Everyone talked of how you would change the world, but only as a tool. They would test your capabilities to the very limit, and you would always get so angry.. 'It’s a monster!’ they said. 'There was no way we could control you!’ Heh. Oh how those times are past.”

              "And then.. you saved me right?

              "Uh.. Yeah.. we saved you, but it’s not over.. You see ZAC.. we’re still being hunted down. Those bad men. Those people still want you and they still see you as a weapon. They still see you as a monster like Atomic Man.. “ I looked down at my own green hands. "but I know who you are. I’ve seen the stuff you’ve been doing. Rescuing those poor kids last week. Leaving an impact on the sidewalk and knocking the bully unconscious?”

              "Wait you knew!? Oh no.. Please don’t tell dad about this! Please!“

              "I won’t. Listen. You did what you thought was right..”

              "He wouldn’t stop making fun of that kid.. He would just keep punching him.. degrading him..“

              "I know..  I know how much it would frustrate us, but it always reminds me how much of a hero you really are. How much more of a hero you could be. ” She leaned down and revealed a bag. She put a hand inside and brought out a small poster of Atomic Man’s face seeming looking at the horizon with his serious look and hopeful eyes. “I brought you an early Snowdown gift. I thought you would like it. We can hang it above the bed.”

              After the deed was done, I look at the hopeful Atomic Man gaze optimistically above me, hopeful for change. “Remember.. you may still be hunted down. People may still see you as a weapon, but I see a superhero. Me and your father will always see you as a super hero. Never forget that.” she smiled before leaving. “Just.. make sure you clean up your messes. We don’t want to leave tracks don’t we?” I nod my head no. “Good. Good night ZAC. I love you.”

              "I love you too Mom.“ The lights went off and I remember laying down on the bed thinking of what she said. I changed my position so I could get a good view of the poster and gazed at it all night, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

              I come back to my own room. So much has changed since I was gone. All of my metal sculptures were gone. Same goes to my bed and the furniture. I heard they condemned the whole neighborhood due to the "green goop monster” trying to fix all of the buildings he destroyed. Now everything was abandoned. It hurt to see the emptiness of the houses as their creaking and crying echoes through the canyon, but that just makes the place even better for me. I walk around the room and looked at where the Atomic Man poster used to be. I stretched my hand and feel where it once was. The poster was gone like everything else in my childhood. To think everything changed after 1 year...

             My grip of the wall tightens as I felt this hole inside me grow bigger and wider. How everything feels cold. How it always feels like something is missing.

             “Heh. This is getting depressing,” I chuckled to myself. “It’s almost the 5th hour, when everyone’s going home.” I smiled at the thought of seeing people happy, to empathize in their desires to see family again after one gruelsome day of work. To feel what they feel, it makes me feel warm inside. Maybe I’ll find some surprises along the way! Maybe a proposal where the woman jumps into the man’s arms. Maybe a child playing with his dad on the streets!

                As I march towards the door and put my green hand on the doorknob, I become hopeful on this new day!

                I look back, happiness flowing inside of me, and I could imagine seeing that poster on the cracked and broken wall of my old home.