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An Awkward Silence - Original Writing

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There’s an awkward silence. I look down at the pancakes as the warm maple syrup that was drizzled on them now soaks them in a brown, thick, sweet puddle. Should I tell him my plan, or will it ruin the surprise?
“Nope, nothing…” “Alright, thank you for the breakfast, but if I take any longer, I’ll be late for my first meeting.” He takes a sip of the coffee and hesitantly kisses me then walks away shaking his head in dismay. He leaves a droplet of the coffee on my forehead along with the lingering touch of his lips. My eyes follow him, and he walks out the front door. “Enjoy your day, Mark!” He shuts the door behind him.
Leaving the dirty dishes in the sink, I run upstairs to get ready for this big day. Attempting to find the perfect …show more content…

It’s a bit late in the day, so I know that there are going to be many of the younger kids with their parents. I mean, I should know, right? I’ve been coming here for the past four months just scanning the same people day after day.
I pull into the parking lot, and amidst the familiar faces, I see someone I’ve never seen in the area before. And she has a baby dressed in pink and white—a little girl! While she holds the newborn, I see her glancing over at her other two kids, who are playing by the jungle gym. The baby is fussing, and she tries to comfort it by rocking it back and forth while monitoring her two little boys. I think that she may be the perfect person for me. She seems like she can barely take care of all three kids. Who am I not to help her out? I admire the mother and baby from my car, and as I see her gently stroking the baby’s wispy hair, all I can imagine is how happy my life will become once I get my baby girl.
After about thirty-five minutes, I finally decide to get the view I’ve been waiting for all day. I had to see firsthand how special the little one is. In the distance, I see that there is a little space on the bench right next to the mother. As I approach, I hope and pray that no one else comes to take the seat. Or worse yet, what if her other kids come back and decide that they wanted to be taken home? I speed up a little. My heart starts beating faster with every step I take to meet my love. In the background, I hear a group of kids squealing

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