Page 77 of Sugarloaf Ridge Lies

Thoughts swirl around my head of a boy making sandcastles and a girl climbing trees.

Of all the beautiful children in my class, they’re all so unique and special. As long as my child is healthy, that’s all that matters.

“I want a surprise.”

As I stare at the jellybean-like-figure on screen, my heart pangs. When I broke up with Jerry, I also lost a friend. And for some sick reason, that friend is whom I want to share this moment with.

He’s stopped calling.

There’s been no more texts.

He’s just doing as I asked.

Even still, I can’t help but search for his Ute when I’m on the highway to and from work. I yearn for cosy campfires and conversation.

I can’t listen to country music anymore because dancing with Jerry, being in his arms, is what I miss most of all.

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