The original plan was that he would go off to war to label himself a hero, and come back stepping through the gates of airport security, returning to his beautiful, young wife waiting impatiently to run into his arms. He would lift her up, breathing in the scent of her perfume, kiss her soft, rosy lips and hear her tell him how much she had missed him, just before they ran off together. He had it all planned out.
What he got instead was an impatient greasy cab driver waiting outside for him, smelling of cigarette smoke and old leather, and who drove five under the speed limit, watching the little red numbers rise on the meter on the dashboard with satisfaction.
Nothing looked any different, when the cab pulled up into the driveway. The house looked the same, small and quaint, but suitable for a newly married couple. There was the white, wooden swing on the front porch still creaking every time the wind blew. From the window, he could see his wife, the eye-catcher, her stunning frame, tall and thin, wavy golden locks framing her face. He noticed, upon first glance, that his stunning prize of a wife had changed. Her hair laid a little flatter, the curves of her thighs appeared to be a little rounder, and her distinctly tiny waist wasn’t quite so noticeable. Perhaps the biggest difference was the babbling, bubbling, baby attached to her hip. This is where I come in.
Sometimes, I wondered what it would be like if he never came back at all. If it was just me and my mom, perfectly fine on our own. I wondered if my life would have been better if I had never known him... if it had stayed just the two of us.
Sometimes, I wondered what it would be like if he never came back at all. If it was just me and my mom, perfectly fine on our own. I wondered if my life would have been better if I had never known him... if it had stayed just the two of us.
