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There are one billion different things to do in a lifetime for all human beings at all ages. Whether that be in exploring, playing, hating, doing, or saying good-bye, it doesn't matter, because we will always find something new to distract our minds with.


I hope you enjoy reading this! Please comment your thoughts and opinions at the end, whether good or bad advice, anything will suffice! Who knows, you might even like it! :D

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~future author

Submitted:Jan 8, 2013    Reads: 211    Comments: 64    Likes: 41   

"One Billion"

Part One:

There were one billion things to explore in the world of Jackson Williams. It seemed so big and grand to him, with several twists and turns to choose from, that it was surely impossible to do it all in one go.

He presently sat against the soft carpet in his onesie--the words 'I might barf' written across his small chest--gazing amazedly through his round baby blue eyes, at the huge amount of space he was provided with, to crawl around in. The blonde curls he had on his little head, were sticking up wildly in odd angles, like a tree with all its branches, pointing towards the heavens above. His exposed skin was bright under the evening light, pouring in through the high arched windows, and soft to the touch, as if he had been doused in baby lotion.

The room he was occupying at the moment, was the largest by far, starting at the door along the wall--the other side of this door being off limits, leading to what was possibly another dimension within the universe, and was strictly too dangerous to pass through--continuing to some sort of sitting area, where the other inhabitants of his domain, liked to relax, to gossip about whatever it was they wished. Placed in front of them, was a solid platform where they arranged their possessions for some time until they needed its use again. The platform stood on four wooden legs, creating a groove in the undamaged carpet, and a place for Jackson to crawl under. The most intriguing feature of the room, however, was the picture-mover opposite the seats and platform. It sometimes supplied him with the most interesting entertainment, more so than even his toys, that were currently distributed throughout the place, and sometimes, his world.

"Aw, look at him," one of the ladies, whom Jackson recognized as his mother, said. "He's watching the television. Aren't you, Jackson?"

"So cute," an older version of the mother agreed.

Jackson lost his attention span and returned to observing the room. To the left of the picture-mover, a hallway began, extending deep within the other parts of his world. It had been blocked off by some shield with holes--his downfall--and he had no strategies on how to trick his enemy, to gain access into the territory beyond, altogether losing in defeat. Further on to the right, the flooring changed from carpet to a hard tile beneath his bony knees, and the creamy colored and rough textured walls, ceased and was instead replaced by a type of brown wood, that matched the platform in the other room. Extending his hands out to contact the polished surface, he discovered their purpose, as he opened the door ever so slightly to peek inside, only to find out that he had been conquered by an additional trap. The contraption keeping him out, was white and in the shape of the letter 'C.' It was situated below the two knobs, surrounding the outer sides, and ending just at the top of them, ultimately doing its job of excluding all intruders. Turning his head to the left, Jackson noticed the device on every single one of the multiple doors, and felt betrayed, when his vision caught on something shiny. It was a tall appliance, standing much higher than the duplicate doors beside it. As he crawled nearer to the new feature, he started to giggle, seeing his awkward reflection in the silver of the outer layer. He traced his hands all over the bottom front, leaving his mark for someone else to wipe clean later.

Re-entering the carpeted area of the great room, now facing the door where it all started, Jackson spotted a fatter platform to the right, with yet the same finishing, like the one before. It also owned a seating system, with six separate places bordering the sides and heads. Upon the top, the surface was adorned with dining utensils as if it had been prepared for a Thanksgiving feast. Lining the exterior walls, were cabinets of the same set, exhibiting breakable dishes from within.

"Jackson, come back over here, please." Jackson's ears twitched to the sound of his name being called from his mother, as he acknowledged it. He didn't comprehend the rest of her jargon, on the other hand and proceeded on his way. "Jessica, go fetch your brother for me, please."

"Whatever." Jessica replied, getting up on her own sweet time to do as her mother asked. Jackson halted in his spot when is older sister arrived. She picked him up to him fussing, for he clearly didn't want to finish his exploration around his world. "Ew, you reek! Somebody is in need of a diaper change, aren't they?"

"What was that, Jess?" her mother asked

"Jackson needs his diaper to be changed."

"Go change him then."


"You're fifteen, go on."

"He's your son."

"And I'm asking for you to change him, now go."

Jessica stormed off. Jackson, meanwhile, watched how his sister unlatched the gate, advancing into the hallway and on the other side of the shield. He had done it at last--victory! He was flying through space of a different dimension--in the arms of Jessica--passing by the images of scenery hung up on one wall and alien faces--of his family--on the other side. Out of the seven doors to choose from, they took the first on the left, entering a room of blue. Under the window at the far wall, was a crib, and along the adjacent wall to the left, was a changing table with all the necessary items for changing a diaper. Jackson glanced around his room, while his sister did the changing. Usually, he was a pain when it came to cleaning him, but his eyes were beginning to droop closed. With all of the one billion things he explored, it had exhausted him to the core. The next best thing for him to do, was to take a long nap, and that's exactly what he did.


Part Two:

There were one billion presents to open on the morning of St. Valentine's Day for the seven-year-old fraternal twins, Connor and Lilly Williams.

Lilly woke up first that morning. Rushing to get ready in the planned outfit she had picked out the previous day--a pink shirt with the words, 'I <3 you' printed horizontally in red on it, with purple and white hearts assorted all over, and purple pants to finish the total look--proved to be extremely difficult because her room was still dark from the long purple drapes covering the big square window. Her older teenage sister, Jessica, was still fast asleep on the other side of the room, and would remain that way for several hours to come until mid-afternoon. At the desk, underneath the window that separated the two beds, Lilly borrowed Jessica's hairbrush, using it to untangle the chaotic deal upon her head. In no time at all, her zombie ensemble vanished and was replaced by a cute little girl, with shoulder-length blonde hair, brown eyes, and a fascination for love.

Lilly finally escaped her bedroom, being extra careful as not to step on any of her sisters' mess, and into the lengthy hallway outside. At the door opposite from her own, she could make out the sounds of her brother, Conner, but she decided to continue down the hall on her own, since he took forever usually. Unlatching the gate at the end, she ran through it--as it closed on its own behind her--to the coffee table in the family room--her family, sitting on the couch--to where the red, purple, pink, and white colored paper, crammed into the many gifts, was located, and waiting impatiently to be opened. Without waiting for her brother, she threw the multi-colored tissue paper about, to dig right into the bunches of candy and toys on the interiors of each bag.

"Good morning Lilly. Happy Valentine's Day!" her mother said, cleaning the trash up off the floor and throwing it away in the black bag she held. Lilly ignored her greeting, too busy with what she was doing to really care. Aw, look at him," her mother said, moving her attention from Lilly to her younger brother, Jackson. "He's watching the television. Aren't you, Jackson?" Jackson looked at her, then the TV, and back to his exploring.

"So cute," Lilly's grandmother agreed.

It was like Christmas all over again, just without the Christmas tree. Lilly got new Princess dresses--complete with snap on jewelry, two tiara's made of plastic silver, and fake make-up--to wear around the house whenever she pleased; a 'my first sewing' kit; a full tea set made of glass--her very first set had broke--and plenty of candy--tons of chocolate, Sweet Tarts, Nerds, anything to do with Valentine's Day, and Lilly owned it--that would hopefully last her until Easter. Before her brother had even made his appearance known from the hallway, Lilly was done tearing her gifts apart.

Conner--still dressed in his car themed pajamas--reached the gate and was stumped by how to get past it. Everything he tried to do, was unsuccessful, the gate always remaining as it was--closed. His brown eyes--matching Lilly's exactly--began to water, leaking out of their ducts, tears streaming down his red cheeks, and dropping from his chin to the carpeted floor at his bare feet. He threw both hands to his head in defeat, to yank at his short blond hair, which, unlike his sisters,' wasn't yet tidy.

His mother strolled over to him to offer him her help. She pointed her finger at the button on the top of the gate door, pushing it down, to demonstrate the correct way in opening it. After closing it again, she allowed Connor to figure it out for himself a couple of times before he was a pro at it. His tantrum was no more, as his mother took his hand with love and guided him over to his presents, otherwise he would have been at the gate for the rest of the day.

Conner had help with opening his gifts as well. He watched his mother taking out most of the tissue paper, wanting to help her. He caught on and let it all fly through the air, to cover the floor in layers of color, like the different colored foliage from the trees in autumn. In the end, he got a Wii gaming system with a variety of racing games; race car tracks and a few hot wheels to go with them; hundreds of little Lego's; and the same little candies as his sister.

Lilly noticed the Wii her brother had gotten and became jealous right away, wanting to play with it. Leaving her tea set behind in the dust, Lilly hurried over to her brothers' side. Conner didn't mind, however, letting her take the Wii box from his hands all together. He saw his older sister, Jessica coming through the gate and instead, ran off to it--as she joined her father and grandmother on the couch--to mess with the button. Their mother noticing this, took the box away from Lilly.

"Lillian, you know that's your brothers'! Give it back to him," her mother scolded her.

"But, he gave it to me!"

"Don't lie to me, I saw you take it away from him! You know he's an easy target, now give it back!"

"But he's not even over here to look at it anymore!"

"I don't care! I still want him to open it himself!"

"But, mom--!"

"Connor, come back over here for mommy, please," she cut her daughter off.

"NO!" Connor refused with an unclear and high-pitched voice. He returned to pressing the button on the gate, opening the door, and watching it close with a loud 'smack', then doing it all over again with the same amount of amazement etched in his expression. each time.

"Connor, come over here please."

"NO!" he repeated.

"Connor, look at mommy. What do I have?" She asked, never once losing her patience with him.

Connor stopped fidgeting with the button, spinning around to look at his 'mommy'. "Wii!" he laughed with glee.

"That's right, dear. Come here, so we can open it together." Losing interest in the gate, he walked straight to her. "Jackson, come back over here, please." She said, then noticing that her infant son, was crawling at the bottom of the china cabinet in the dining room. "Jessica, go fetch your brother for me, please."

"Whatever." Jessica replied, getting up on her own sweet time to do as her mother asked. She picked him up to him fussing. "Ew, you reek! Somebody is in need of a diaper change, aren't they?"

"What was that, Jess?" her mother asked

"Jackson needs his diaper to be changed."

"Go change him then."


"You're fifteen, go on."

"He's your son."

"And I'm asking for you to change him, now go."

Jessica stormed off, while Conner and his mother continued to open the Wii box. Lilly gave up on it, for she would have plenty of time to play with it later, and took her tea set to her Grandmother to open. Maybe later, Lilly could host a tea party. Besides, one billion things could happen with the many toys Connor and Lilly Williams both received in their presents on St. Valentines Day.


Part Three:

There were one billion things to hate on the day Jessica Williams was looking forward to the most--St. Valentine's Day.

Hate number one: I hate all of the damn racket my family has to make, when I'm trying to get some much needed rest! Do they have any consideration at all? NO! And they're on the other side of the house! I shouldn't be able to hear them! But I do, of course! UGH!

The one thing Jessica did like, was her kid sister, Lilly, and that was because she was so quiet while getting ready in their room earlier that morning. Jessica hadn't been disturbed at all by her, which was saying something, since Jessica was such a light sleeper.

She took the fluffy white pillow from underneath her head and smashed it over her face, like she was attempting to suffocate herself, to block out every single noise. After a while, it seemed to work; Jessica couldn't hear a single sound coming from outside her fortress, but she didn't last long, she needed to breath in the fresh stank of her room at some point.

Jessica sprung out of her comfy bed fast enough to become dizzy for a few moments. She was so livid with her family, she couldn't find the words to express the anger that was locked up inside her soul. Finding a hair-tie on the dirty floor, she pulled her wavy blonde hair back into a tight ponytail, adding two clips--she found under and article of clothing--to either side of her head for further support. She was in no mood to spend hours on her hair--not yet anyway.

She calmed her mood down before leaving her room; there was no need for her to be so irritable, or her mother would ground her for sure. She closed her door smoothly behind her and reached the gate, blocking her entrance into the family room before her, without any fuss. She smiled down at her autistic kid brother, Connor, as he came towards her--probably to play with the gate again, like he did everyday. Jessica noticed that her mother was currently busy with Lilly about who knows what, and took her chance to cross the room, undetected, to sit beside her father on the couch, his mother-in-law sitting on his other side.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Sweets," her father greeted her, taking his attention off the television for a couple of minutes to talk. Jessica noticed her grandmother constantly bobbing her head back and forth--like a bobble head--to keep an eye on her daughter and the TV. "What brings you to me so early in the morning?"

"Couldn't sleep."

Her father responded with an 'O' shaped mouth, as if he said 'oh' silently. "I'm sorry, do you want me to knock you out, for you?" He joked.

"Ha-ha, no dad, but thanks!" They exchanged smiles and her father returned to watching his show.

"Jessica, go fetch your brother for me, please," she said, referring to her youngest brother, Jackson.

"Whatever," she replied. Her father whispered, 'don't push it, in her ears so only she could understand. She stood up on her own sweet time, however, to do as her mother asked. She picked Jackson up to him fussing. "Ew, you reek! Somebody is in need of a diaper change, aren't they?"

"What was that, Jess?" her mother asked

"Jackson needs his diaper to be changed."

"Go change him then."


"You're fifteen, go on."

"He's your son."

"And I'm asking for you to change him, now go."

Hate number two: I hate how my mom makes me do her chores! I have enough chores of my own, thank you very much, mother! The last thing I want to do right now is to change a dirty diaper! HE'S YOUR SON, REMEMBER?! Besides, I need to get ready for tonight! UGH!

Jessica stormed off with her brother tucked safely in her arms. She slowed her pace, once in the hallway and out of sight of her mother because she couldn't remain angry at such a cute bundle of joy for very long.

Usually, Jackson would hit, kick, cry, and even urinate while getting changed, but Jessica was lucky because he did no such thing. In fact, his eyes were drooping shut. It was nap time.

"Mom, I put Jackson down for a nap. He fell asleep while I was changing him." It took every gut in Jessica's body to keep her attitude in check with her mother. "I gotta go get ready for my date with Derek later!"

Her mother nodded in approval, then went back to her conversation with her husband and mother. Jessica was surprised at what her mothers' reaction was, since they had never came to an agreement about Jessica's date. Apparently, Derek did not meet her mothers' standards. Shrugging her shoulders, Jessica hurried off to the bathroom to freshen herself up in the shower.

The heat from the water tamed Jessica. It felt so good, as if nothing could go wrong, and hopefully nothing would. Everything had to be top notch, especially on Valentine's Day. Yes, the day was still early, not yet reaching noon, but her boy-friend had planned a wonderful day for them both to share. Not one thing could mess it up between them--not even her mother!

She wrapped a soft towel around her middle, then leaving for her room to dry off, and allowing the bathroom to steam out completely before she would start curling her hair up or applying any make-up. Once every droplet of water was banished from her body and her outfit hanging on the closet door, the bathroom was cleared and good as new again.

It was mid-afternoon, by the time Jessica was all fancied up--her hair curled, her make-up applied, and her red low-cut dress worn. She looked absolutely stunning.

The doorbell rang throughout the interior of the house--Derek had arrived. When Jessica entered into the family room, her dad was at the door welcoming her boy-friend into their home. He wore a nice pair of black dress pants and shoes leading up to his black collared shirt and a red tie to match Jessica's dress. It was like they were attending their high school prom. She noticed that he had combed his short brown hair that was spiked up in the front--like always--and even from across the room, Jessica could still distinguish Derek's hazel eyes--they were so dreamy to her.

Unlatching the gate, Jessica approached him in the foyer, taking his kiss on the mouth after she hugged him.

"Wow, you look beautiful," he complimented.

"Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself."

"Hem, hem," Jessica's mother coughed from behind them.

"What?" Jessica asked her.

"You are definitely not leaving this house dressed in that." She raised her hands up and down for emphasis.

"But, mom!"

"No buts, Jessica. Now go change."

Hate number three: I hate how my mom has to control my life! Why?! It's my body after all! I choose what I want to wear, not her! It's not like I'm showing off or anything! UGH!

There were one billion other things for Jessica to hate. In fact, there were one billion things for any teenager to hate, but it would take a lifetime for Jessica to complete such a massive list. 'UGH!'


Part Four:

There were one billion things to do for Sarah Williams, the morning of St. Valentines Day. Well, actually, there were one billion things to do with any given second of the year.

She had six children to look after--though her mother and husband didn't really count as her children--and it was rough, with an infant son exploring all around the house, a fraternal twin daughter and autistic son acting exactly like they should be: children, and a teenage daughter with priorities. After twenty-three years of marriage with John Williams, she thought that he would at least offer his fatherly guidance with all the mayhem that took place, but he never once lifted a finger to help her in any way, shape, or form.

That morning had been one of those days already. Always keeping her mood in check, she had to keep track of baby Jackson roaming around the dangerous great room; she had to pick up the trash left behind by young Lilly from her Valentine's Day presents; she had to help young Connor with autism unlatch the gate--blocking entry from the family room and hallway--and teach him how to do it; she had to deal with her teenage daughters' attitude, ultimately looking like the bad parent. All those tasks, while John did absolutely nothing.

Looking over her right shoulder through hazel eyes--her long blond pony smacking her left cheek--she glared with extreme rage at her husband. Did he notice it? Of course, he didn't because he didn't care. All he cared about was what was on the flipping television. Sure, he was a doctor and deserved a break every now and again, but so was she, until she had been knocked up all those years ago by him. At first it wasn't difficult to handle her eldest daughter, Jessica, and hold a day shift at the local hospital all at the same time, but when the twins came around, and now, her second son, it was just too much. She had to quit her career, what other option did she have?

"I'm sorry, dear," Sarah's mother said, handing a box filled with a breakable tea set inside back to her granddaughter, Lilly. "I wish I could help. I feel so--"

"Stop, mom," She interrupted, knowing what her mother was going to say. "You are not helpless. You can't do anything anyway, you're too sick."

"I know, but still."

John looked over to his left. He knew that his mother-in-law and wife were talking about him, but did they understand how tired he was? He had to work two shifts now because he was the only provider of the family, since Sarah had left. Yes, he made good money, but it was him working extra long hours in surgery that kept his family at the top of debt rather than below it. Everyone's life was grand, thanks to him and they all knew it. John liked being the fun parent and there was nothing he would do to change that. He'd leave the strict parenting to his wife.

Sarah noticing her husband's blue eyes on her, said, "You know, John, you could help me out every once in a while. I can't do this all on my own, and I certainly didn't marry you, to bear our children and take care of them by myself."

"I know and I am sorry, honey." There was no fighting with Sarah. It just wasn't worth it.

"Sorry?! Is that--"

"Mom, I put Jackson down for a nap. He fell asleep while I was changing him. I gotta go get ready for my date with Derek later!" Jessica said.

Sarah nodded in approval at her daughter, not really listening, then went back to her conversation with her husband, as if Jessica had never disrupted her. "--all you can say? I work my butt" she was careful, trying not to cuss in front of the twins, "off, all alone here!"

"I'm sorry, Sarah. I promise you, I will start being more fatherly. I will even take care of the next problem."

"Bull! Twenty-three years, we have been together, and how many times have I heard that one?!"

"I dunno."

Sarah couldn't believe her husband. All of his responses were informative like a child. "I give up, Jonathan." She stood up off the floor to help Connor hook up his new Wii, so that he could play. Their conversation was done.

The doorbell rang throughout the interior of the house and John got up to answer it. Sarah had also stood up to stand on the opposite side of the door from her husband. Jessica's boyfriend, Derek was waiting on the other side.

"Evening, Derek," John greeted, welcoming him in.

As Derrick entered, Jessica entered through the gate, running up to him in the foyer to hug him and then to accept his kiss.

"Wow, you look beautiful," Derrick complimented.

"Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself." Jessica returned

"Hem, hem," Jessica's mother coughed from behind them, her arms crossed over her chest.

"What?" Jessica asked her.

"You are definitely not leaving this house dressed in that." She raised her hands up and down for emphasis.

"But, mom!"

"No buts, Jessica. Now go change."

"Sarah," John piped up.

"And what do you want, John?"

"I'm going to help you, like I promised." That shut Sarah up. "Jessica, you look stunning! You and Derek go have an amazing time tonight!"

"John?!" Sarah protested.

"Really, dad?"

"Of course, darling. You two be careful tonight, though."

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" Jessica shouted, running up to her father to give him a bear hug.

"Thanks, sir." Derrick shook John's hand.

After they left, Sarah looked suicidal. "How could you go against me, John, after I told her that she couldn't wear that dress?! It's too low-cut!"

"I am her parent too, might I remind you, and I thought she was fine with what she was wearing. Honestly, you need to let loose."

"John! We're through!"

"Oh c'mon, Sarah, you're over-reacting!"

"No, I'm not! I'm going to the courthouse tomorrow to file for a divorce because I have had enough! Good-bye, Jonathan. Let's go Lilly, Connor, Mom, we aren't staying here anymore."

"Sarah," Sarah spun around to face her mother. "This is a terrible mistake and you will regret it. Think of what's best for the kids, dear. You already take care of them by yourself; what will happen, when you're without John? You'll be right back to where you started: taking care of them and me on your own. Don't file for a divorce over a little disagreement. Work things out with John and make them work. Besides, it's Valentine's Day, love and forget. Please don't make the same mistakes I did."

Neither John nor Sarah predicted the events that happened, to happen. It just comes to show that anything could happen with the one billion things they had to do in their busy lives as parents.


Part Five:

There were one billion ways to say good-bye for Dorothy Smith--she went by Granny Smith in the Williams' residence--because she had fallen ill. At eighty years old, she was too young to die, but death had his ways, and apparently it was her time.

She watched as her daughter, Sarah and her son-in-law, John, made up after their intense fighting.

"--You're right, mom. I'm sorry, John. I was just so overwhelmed, I guess it went to my head," Sarah apologized.

"It's okay, honey and I give you my word that I will help out around here a little more," he accepted her apology and they embraced for a matter of minutes before spreading apart.

Their fraternal twins, Lilly and Connor, had been terrified during their parents' fight, stopping with what they were doing to take comfort in Dorothy's arms. Dorothy knew she had to do something before because it was ridiculous, and she didn't want Sarah ending up like she had. The mistakes Dorothy had made over her lifetime, came back to bite her in her old lady butt and she regretted every single one of them.

"How about we all make some cups of steaming Hot Chocolate," Dorothy suggested.

"Yeah!" The twins shrieked in agreement.

"Right before dinner, mom?"

"It's only one cup, Sarah" John admitted. "It won't hurt them."

"And it's Valentine's Day too," Dorothy pointed out. "a special occasion."

"Oh all right." Sarah gave up, convinced.

Sarah boiled five cups of hot water in the microwave, while everyone else poured the contents from their Hot Chocolate wrappers into their mugs--Connor getting help from Granny Smith.

Settling on the couch in the family room, Dorothy decided to relive her life as a story, mainly telling about the parts relating with what she had witnessed moments before.

"--Now this is a lesson for anyone listening to learn," Dorothy fixed her green gaze on Sarah and John.

"Does this have to do with me and John?" Sarah questioned.

"Oh yes, dear. You see, when I was young with your father, Sarah, we had our spouts just like any other normal couple, except worse, much, much worse.

"What made you two stay together?" John asked.

"We were in love. That, and we were expecting out first-born."

"Only born," Sarah added.

"Well, yes, but that's because your father and I drifted apart. Until tonight, I haven't put much thought on Clint."

"Oh I forgot," Sarah said. "Today is your anniversary with him."

"And that's where this story is headed. In our mid-twenties, Clint and I got married on Valentine's Day. I had already been pregnant with you, Sarah for about six or seven months, but it was a beautiful day, all the same. I was getting married.

"A few months later, you were born into our lives, and after our wedding day, that was the next happiest moment of my life. Our life. Our situation grew to be much like yours in the coming months, however. Clint would work day in and day out, never wanting to take a break from it. Though I only had one kid, it was tough raising you up on my own. What was I supposed to do? I had no job, no money, and Clint wasn't helping out at all. Not like you are, John. He was no support.

"I talked to him about it, weeks before our anniversary was due to arrive. It was the only chance I could get to talk to him about it because the last couple of months before it, I barely saw him at all. He apologized to me, saying that he really did care for me and you, Sarah, but I saw right through it. I told him that I wanted a change; that I wanted him to take time off to spend time with his suffering family; and he did, which surprised me.

"The next couple of weeks leading to Valentine's Day, was another amazing time of my life with Clint. He took me out around the town, we took care of our rapidly growing baby, and we made the best plans for our first Anniversary together. Everything was all set, until his work got in the way a few days before it.

"Valentine's Day came with just another ordinary day. I was attending to the daily chores around the house and taking care of you, Sarah, while he was at work until the evening. I remember the day as if it were yesterday: him being so exhausted, and me not caring. I put you in your crib to sleep as I shouted at him that night. You were sound asleep the entire time, never realizing or comprehending what was going on with your parents.

"That night, our marriage was over. Clint left the house, slamming the front door behind him. He had no where to go, but he took our only car and all our money with him." Dorothy started to cry. "All I had was the roof over our heads and you, Sarah. Like I said, I had no money, and then no car. What was I supposed to do? There was no way I could support a child who needed me the most at that point.

"Early the next morning, I regretted all of the things that I had done. It was the most dumbest thing I had ever done in my life and I wanted to win back my husband's love. That was impossible, for my questions were answered from the previous night. Flipping on the news, 'BREAKING NEWS' spanned across the bottom of the screen in big black letters. And after them came the words I never wanted to read. 'A MAN HAS BEEN KILLED FROM A FATAL CAR ACCIDENT. THE SURVIVOR WAS KNOWN TO BE UNDER THE INFLUENCE WHEN IT ALL HAPPENED LATE LAST NIGHT ON VALENTINE'S DAY.'

"They identified the man that had died as Clint Smith." Tears gushed out of Dorothy's eyes now. "I was never able to say I was sorry to him. I never even gave him a chance to explain himself during our fight. It had been me doing all of the yelling. It had been me who had kicked him out of our house." She sniffled and wiped her face clean. "Of course, I was probably making those things up at the time because I felt like everything was my fault. If I hadn't over-reacted, Clint would still be here with me today.

"Later that day, my assumptions were correct. In our mailbox, Clint had left behind all of the details in a letter. At that point, I knew it was all my fault. That was nearly fifty-six years ago today. And I have had to put up with it through each day of my life. Although, we had decided to file for a divorce that day, I never went to the courthouse to fill out any papers. I couldn't--I wouldn't.

"That's why I said what I said, Sarah and John. I don't want you two making the same stupid mistakes like I did because it's hard to accept them, especially after death has taken it's course."

"Oh mom, that is so sad," Sarah cried. I'm so sorry, John!"

"It's okay, honey, because that won't ever happen to us."

Down the hallway--past the gate--crying was heard from the other room. "That'll be Jackson. I better go change him," Sarah said.

"No, let me," John stopped his wife.

"Fine, I'll go and make dinner."

"No, I got it, Sarah."

Sarah got up and hugged her husband again, thankful for the time they had together and the years to come. "Thank you, Jonathan!"

"My, pleasure."

"Now go, you have a diaper to change."

With all of the regrets Dorothy had bottled up, the biggest one was unchangeable. After the one billionth day since her and Clints' departure, Dorothy was running out of ways to say good-bye.


The End

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