*Sitting up on the rooftop deck. The warmth from the sun kissing my skin as I type up the reports that Meison had asked for concerning Teardrops. Trying to have everything finished by midweek, so that I could pack and head up to Boston on Friday. Mother's Day had been hard for Daddy and I since we lost Momma. I had plans to spend the weekend alone in our old house. Walking the gardens and visiting Her angel always helped ease some of the pain. Emailing all the reports to Daddy, I shut my laptop and take a deep breath. My eyes roam over the bustling city below. Leaning back, I tilt my face to the sky and sit quietly, letting the sounds and smells surround and consume my mind. Forgetting all the problems piling up around me.*
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