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| From Adriana Cooking |
“If only”. . . The sound of a wish in a pair of words.
It didn’t occur to me how rapidly summer is dwindling to an end until early this morning. I was on the couch, happily flipping through a cookbook, when my sister pointed it out.
“There are only 12 days of vacation left”, she had said, her voice full of dread. The filtered morning sunlight that had danced across my limbs, causing the metal on my watch to scintillate in its light, gradually faded away, leaving the room as gloomy as my thoughts. It couldn’t be. Just last week (or so it seemed), I walked home from school, my heart full with the prospects of summer. I’d left my last middle school report card lying on the dinning room table to go outside and spend some time with my friends, absorbing each and every second of the newly granted freedom I had obtained. Time must be playing with my mind. It’s passing as slowly as honey dripping off a spoon, and rushing by faster than the second hand around the clock. I tried to push the thought of school away, and enjoy the cookbook in my hands. If only we had more time, more vacation. Read the rest of this entry »






