Snowflakes

Kerry knew she had to come back home when the first snowflakes came down. They were so soft and fragile that they melted as soon as they fell down, but still they were able to signal two hurtful truths: first, that a year had passed; and second, that it was Christmas again - a lonely Christmas away from her family.

Kerry could not bare it anymore. She could not bare another season without her family. Another holiday alone without the loud laughs of her nieces and nephews. Another day without the familiar taste of her father's eggnog. She had to come back home.

A year before, she left home filled with anticipation and excitement. The Pomerantz Museum had invited her to be a collector and a contributor and she couldn't resist the offer. She had been waiting for this opportunity ever since she graduated from college as an art and history major.

Working at the museum and enjoying the great social life inherent to her job description had been wonderful, but she could never get herself totally engaged. She could never really enjoy the cocktail parties to the fullest as she always felt this lump in her throat and the burst of tears pushing her eyeballs. This unrelieved sadness of being there all alone. She had to come back home.


--Time's up--