Tuesday, January 20, 2009
The SOS
“Dot. Dot. Dot. Dash – Dash - Dash – Dot. Dot. Dot. S-O-S. Help me.” My right-hand index finger must have been trying to get someone’s attention since I had been ignoring it for months. I was laughing about being pregnant and blowing out 30 candles on my birthday cake and was oblivious to my tapping finger. My little brother reached across the table, and covered my right hand with his. Pressing down gently, he looked me in the eye with a puzzled expression on his face. "Can't you stop that...
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