Diversions: Intermission
�What is it Gramma?� asked the inquisitive child.
�Looks like a package.� Looking around she saw no trace of the one that left it. �It�s strange.�
�What Gramma?� She pulled at the cardboard-colored package that was left on the doorstep.
�The handwriting on here. Let�s go inside, honey. It�s getting late.� She recognized the handwriting, but couldn�t place it.
Granddaughter and Grandmother, hand in hand, entered their home.
A few snips with the green scissors made quick work of the wrapping.
�Sweetheart, it�s a videotape. I wonder who sent it.�
Her little fingers pulled out a typed note from one of the paper layers. �Look Gramma!�
Taking it into her hand, she read it aloud. �Happy Birthday! From a friend.�
�Let�s watch it!� Happiness graced her granddaughter�s face, bringing a smile to her own. She was excited that everyone knew it was her fourth birthday.
Grandmother held onto her broken heart necklace, the remaining right side proclaimed �Mother.�
�Gramma? What�s wrong?� her granddaughter asked, perplexed by her grandmother�s reaction.
�Honey, come here. We need to talk.� She opened her arms, ready to embrace her. �Come to Gramma, please.�
Outside, clutching the right side of her heart-shaped necklace, she wiped the tears from her eyes on her right sleeve. It broke her heart to leave, but it was time.
She fingered the word �Daughter� as she wiped the tears on her sleeve.
�One day, I�ll be back.�
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