Fetching the house key from her pocket, Lizzy inserted it and walked into the house. Even though the home was bare, Lizzy can imagine the good times that were shared in the home. Lizzy walked from one empty room to the other. I wonder what Jeremy would think if she spruced up the place. Closing her eyes, Lizzy can already see children running through the home. Laughter and warmth from family gatherings. Shaking herself back into reality, Lizzy locked up. Returning back to herchildhood home, Lizzy packed her clothes. Early the next morning catching an early flight, Lizzy walked through her front door shortly after four in the evening. Lizzy had taken a much needed relaxing bubble bath. Changing into comfortable sweats, she curled up on one side of the couch.
Bill, bill, junk mail Lizzy read has she went through her mail. There was a letter from Afghanistan. Ignoring the rest of the mail, Lizzy opened the letter:
My dearest Lizzy,
I just returned from a 12 hour shift. The days are so blistering hot,
but when night comes I still look up at the glittering stars. Just by
me looking at them makes me remember your eyes. I love you
Lizzy and am counting the days till I see you again.
After rereading the letter for a second time, Lizzy went to her office room. She started a letter for Jeremy. Before catching a cab to work, Lizzy mailed off the letter and prayed that it will reach him.