It was 6:25 a.m, and still dark. She was waiting for daylight to see the sky for the sky would tell her how her day would go. If it was cloudless in contrast to the forecast of snow and sleet, she would gather meals, gifts, groceries and take some cash and drive the forty-five miles to see her father today, before the weather changed her direction.
It was still dark when she flipped on the television and caught the news and her day and life was changed while still in darkness. Saddam Hussein had been taken alive.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology