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I looked up from my sink full of dishes breaking my concentration. What was it that drew my attention from my sink load? I don't know. I am trying to reign in my thoughts and put them in order. There it is again, that flicker that draws my attention away from my duties. Now, just what was I doing?
I cannot keep my eyes from wandering around scanning outside my window. What am I looking for? That feeling of needing to find it or have whatever it is returned to me is overwhelming. Then, I see it, well; actually I see people I have never seen before next door and for some reason I hope that they will come over and see me.
Yes, here they come! I really need them to see me right now (yeah right!). I am only in my best "housecleaning" attire. My hair is absolutely beautiful standing on end. Yes, I am a sight to behold. Maybe I should go and brush my hair. I do not want them to come over, but I NEED them to come over.
HERE THEY COME! I THINK I AM GOING TO HAVE A HEARTATTACK! I have never felt need as much as I do now. Am I going crazy or something? This is my day for cleaning and I am making great progress in an efficient manner. I do not want to be disturbed, but I cannot get back to my chores. HERE THEY COME! Yes, I have been waiting for them. Who are they and what do they want? I do not appreciate much less like unannounced visitors. This is my hidey-hole from the world and I do not want to be interrupted. HERE THEY COME! But, they are the exception to the rule, because they are here to give me back what I lost.
When the doorbell rings I am already there. I have made myself as presentable as I can get between the kitchen and the front door. The rest is up to them. They can accept me or run screaming once I open the door. When I look in their faces a flood of de'ja'vu washes over me. How can that be? Their ages are a few years beyond my daughter, a teenager, so how can I know them? Maybe it's not the person I know but the persona. They are telling me something, which turns to goop when my mind absorbs it. The only thing registering is that they have asked to come back for more discussions. Of course, I need them to come back. I need to know who they are.
Before they leave they gave me a Book of Mormon. I tell them up front I cannot afford to give them money. How odd! They were not looking for financing. I mark the passages to read and place the pamphlet in the book. If I can get around to it I will read it.
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