Memories

Seven years ago, my fated bride gave birth to our second daughter. In seven years, I shall revisit the final morning in the hospital room. I woke on the first day of ’00, and listened to “Here Comes the Sun” by the window. I was discharged in a couple of hours, and learned the name of the woman of my dreams. The future concerned me not back then, as I watched the sunrise I learned to love. I knew the only truth I needed: that which comes, comes in due time.