My surgery was scheduled for that week. I learned of it that morning, and my mum had dropped by to consult with the doctor. Stacey was overjoyed, "You'll get to see again!"
I couldn't wait. I was most curious about my surrounding. What was my room like? Was Stacey blonde? How green, or brown, were your eyes? How tall were you? What was the garden like? Was everything like how I had pictured them to be? Or were they going to be completely different?
I wanted to see my mum again. Did she lose weight? Her fingers felt skinnier than they did before. How empty was the house? I would be returning to school. Was there a lot to catch up on? I hoped I wouldn't have to repeat the year.
I couldn't wait to share the news with you.
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Short StoryAt 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly
