Twas a quiet and lonely morning for the benefactor. The youngest male was spirited off at 0630, and the only noises were those of the females slumbering in sweet repose. Her morning routine felt a tad empty without the eldest male there in the background. She was pleased he arrived safely to his destination, and was optimistic that his artistic training would be productive and fruitful.
She transported to work, feeling a pang at the empty co-pilot seat next to her. When she arrived, stepping into her administrative box, the eldest male’s backpack sat in her chair, a reminder of his absence. She valiantly fought back tears but they refused to be tempered, and her wistful heart gave into a momentary lapse of grief. She hopes the adjustment to his leave will be hasty.
The night before, their dwelling was filled with an eerie silence of familial mourning. The benefactor came home to find that the eldest female had tidied up a substantial amount of the living space, and wondered if she was becoming ill with a ravenous disease that forces behavior that is antithetical to one’s true nature. She will continue to monitor for any signs or symptoms of a dreaded contagion, although she would not be opposed if this side effect became a permanent change.