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up.”
“Sure thing Ty.” He kisses my forehead and walks away.
“Bye,” I whisper.
“Round everyone up. We need to get out of here and RON with Bravo Team. What’s the ETA?” Ty is still giving commands as he walks away with Sergeant Williams in tow.
I watch helplessly as the only man I’ve ever wanted walks out of my life, again. It’s just not fair.
Chapter 8
“Cheer up Angie. He’s not the only man in the world,” Tiffany says after watching me mope around the tent. Ty only left a few short hours ago, but it already feels like an eternity.
“Ugh, you don’t understand Tiffany! I want him. I know I sound childish, but I want him here with me right now!” I want to scream at her. I want to scream at my father. I want to scream at the world.
“Honey, you have it better than most people in the world. Look around you. These poor kids are out here running around with barely any food or water,” Tiffany states. She crosses her arms. “They have no way to get medical care. But ask any one of them and they’ll tell you you’re the luckiest kid in the world. If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be honey. He’ll come back to you.” Now her arms are on her hips as she taps her foot.
“Have I told you that you remind me of my mother?” I ask her.
“Oh stop it. I’m too young to be your mother. Sister maybe,” she laughs, and flips her hair back. I start laughing too.
She sits down on the cot beside me. “Angie, I hope you think of the kids in this village before you ever think you have a hard life.” She’s serious now. “Life is what you make of it honey, so don’t waste time thinking of the past. Be in the now. Make it happen now.”
She’s right. I need to stop blaming Dad for everything. I know I’m being childish. Perhaps another letter to my father is due.
At dinner, Dr. Nickelson stands up to give a speech to the village. I zone him out. All I want is to get back to my cot and wallow in self-pity.
“Just today,” I promise myself. “Tomorrow will be a new day and I’ll forget that I ever met Ty here.”
I zone back in time to hear Dr. Nickelson say, “And thanks to you all. We’ll make the best of our time here.” Then, a round of applause.
Dr. Nickelson is so bland. But, he taught me a lot the first night when all the wounded arrived in the village. He has experience that cannot be taught in the classroom. I wouldn’t mind working with him again. Especially since he was so calm and collected that night when everything else was in chaos.
Perhaps one of these days I’ll sit down and talk to him. There’s a wealth of knowledge there that I might benefit from.
Chapter 9
As I fly back to the United States from my volunteer mission, I can’t help but think of my eventful two days with Ty.
“Are you ready to see your family?” Tiffany asks.
“Yeah,” I say, but unsure of whether or not I really am ready.
I mailed that letter to my father. He didn’t respond, but I’m not surprised. Perhaps he crumpled up the letter and threw it in the trash.
After Ty, the rest of the volunteer mission was just a blur. I thought of Ty often, hoping that he would show up at the next village or that he would sneak into my tent one night, but those were all just wishful thinking.
Was our little rendezvous just a dream as well? No, it was real. I felt Ty inside of me. That was real. The thought of our little escapade got me wet again.
I close my eyes, trying to remember every detail of his handsome face. He beautiful blue eyes. His nose. He cheeks. His full lips. His soft blond hair. Instantly, my memories go back to when he had me pinned against the rock as I clutched his hair. I remember how he felt inside of me.
“Attention, we are about to land. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts,” the stewardess calls over the intercom.
I feel how moist my underwear is and am suddenly uncomfortable. I get up to go to the bathroom to wipe myself dry before we land.
“Sure thing Ty.” He kisses my forehead and walks away.
“Bye,” I whisper.
“Round everyone up. We need to get out of here and RON with Bravo Team. What’s the ETA?” Ty is still giving commands as he walks away with Sergeant Williams in tow.
I watch helplessly as the only man I’ve ever wanted walks out of my life, again. It’s just not fair.
Chapter 8
“Cheer up Angie. He’s not the only man in the world,” Tiffany says after watching me mope around the tent. Ty only left a few short hours ago, but it already feels like an eternity.
“Ugh, you don’t understand Tiffany! I want him. I know I sound childish, but I want him here with me right now!” I want to scream at her. I want to scream at my father. I want to scream at the world.
“Honey, you have it better than most people in the world. Look around you. These poor kids are out here running around with barely any food or water,” Tiffany states. She crosses her arms. “They have no way to get medical care. But ask any one of them and they’ll tell you you’re the luckiest kid in the world. If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be honey. He’ll come back to you.” Now her arms are on her hips as she taps her foot.
“Have I told you that you remind me of my mother?” I ask her.
“Oh stop it. I’m too young to be your mother. Sister maybe,” she laughs, and flips her hair back. I start laughing too.
She sits down on the cot beside me. “Angie, I hope you think of the kids in this village before you ever think you have a hard life.” She’s serious now. “Life is what you make of it honey, so don’t waste time thinking of the past. Be in the now. Make it happen now.”
She’s right. I need to stop blaming Dad for everything. I know I’m being childish. Perhaps another letter to my father is due.
At dinner, Dr. Nickelson stands up to give a speech to the village. I zone him out. All I want is to get back to my cot and wallow in self-pity.
“Just today,” I promise myself. “Tomorrow will be a new day and I’ll forget that I ever met Ty here.”
I zone back in time to hear Dr. Nickelson say, “And thanks to you all. We’ll make the best of our time here.” Then, a round of applause.
Dr. Nickelson is so bland. But, he taught me a lot the first night when all the wounded arrived in the village. He has experience that cannot be taught in the classroom. I wouldn’t mind working with him again. Especially since he was so calm and collected that night when everything else was in chaos.
Perhaps one of these days I’ll sit down and talk to him. There’s a wealth of knowledge there that I might benefit from.
Chapter 9
As I fly back to the United States from my volunteer mission, I can’t help but think of my eventful two days with Ty.
“Are you ready to see your family?” Tiffany asks.
“Yeah,” I say, but unsure of whether or not I really am ready.
I mailed that letter to my father. He didn’t respond, but I’m not surprised. Perhaps he crumpled up the letter and threw it in the trash.
After Ty, the rest of the volunteer mission was just a blur. I thought of Ty often, hoping that he would show up at the next village or that he would sneak into my tent one night, but those were all just wishful thinking.
Was our little rendezvous just a dream as well? No, it was real. I felt Ty inside of me. That was real. The thought of our little escapade got me wet again.
I close my eyes, trying to remember every detail of his handsome face. He beautiful blue eyes. His nose. He cheeks. His full lips. His soft blond hair. Instantly, my memories go back to when he had me pinned against the rock as I clutched his hair. I remember how he felt inside of me.
“Attention, we are about to land. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts,” the stewardess calls over the intercom.
I feel how moist my underwear is and am suddenly uncomfortable. I get up to go to the bathroom to wipe myself dry before we land.
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