zoeypony98
I flick through the pages, finding that the pictures are scarce. I toss the book to the coffee table, and turn the TV on. When Ziva walks in, she sees that the book had landed face up, open to a page. "I knew that you would read it!"
I ran up the strip of cement, rushing to catch up with the plane. Even just a glimpse of my baby being flown away would be better than none. I knew that I wouldn't get there in time, but I had to try. I had to.
Liberty. Freedom. Life. The US. Life is so nice here. My first month has been so amazing, I can't even explain it. I met a guy, and he is also great! Then, I bought a house, and I am planning on being a citzen.
I sat down with a sigh. a few minutes into my daydreaming, I noticed a man walking over towards me. He looked to be about 65, maybe 70. He was holding the hand of a small boy, maybe his grandson. The look in his eyes....
I learned the true meaning of love that day, from that little boy and his grandfather.
I give him a glare, he knows he must listen. If he doesn't, my finger might just slip and graze the send button just enough to spread his secret to the world. But as he goes to actually do what he was told, I broke.