Not too long ago, approximately 4,000 days back, there was a particular day filled with warmth, sunshine, and a sense of anticipation. It marked both the conclusion of a cherished chapter and the beginning of an uncertain journey ahead.
On that day, she prepared herself in solitude, soft melodies playing from her device. I believe she started with her hair; time slipped away as she delicately wrapped her long, chestnut locks around a curling iron. The ringlets fell into place, not entirely up nor down. She adorned herself with her favorite sundress, which gracefully fell to her knees, and secured a silver “A” pendant around her neck. A hint of black mascara accentuated her striking blue eyes, while numerous bracelets gifted from friends around the globe jingled softly on her wrist. Her brown leather flip-flops made a gentle sound against the wooden floor as she grabbed her backpack and hurried toward the door.
“Hold on,” I called out. This was genuinely happening.
He followed her, his curly, golden brown hair slightly damp beneath his Detroit Tigers cap. Clad in a dark blue t-shirt and black athletic shorts that seemed hastily chosen, he was barefoot. His brown eyes twinkled as he took her hand. I thought to myself, When did he become so tall? As she embraced him, her arm lifted to accommodate his height, and they exchanged smiles. “Come on, hurry,” she urged. “My ride is arriving any moment.” I snapped photos as quickly as I could through my tears. This moment—this extraordinary mix of reliving the past and racing toward the future—was truly unfolding before me.
And just like that, she was off.
This article was originally published on Sep. 2, 2015.
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