19 January 2009
Everything was packed.. He looked around one last time..
Tomorrow they'd leave back for their original home.. 8 years in this house, and it was time to move on.. It was his last job ever.. It all seemed so easy at the start.. His dad too had been in the same job all those years ago, and he had a walk in the park..
No more would he ever have to work again.. Even for all the money in the world.. And to think that this was what he wanted to do all his life..
He'd just go back home and do nothing.. He'd aged at least 20 years in the last 8 years.. That's what his wife always told him.. She'd been the one person who'd believed in him all these years.. Probably the only in this world who believed in him any more.. He'd given up on drinking about 20 years ago, but man.. what would he give for a drink right now??
He'd been through so much over the last 8 years.. Probably the only time he really had fun was at his daughter's wedding.. She looked so beautiful that day.. Probably the only day when he'd not been thinking of his job.. It all looked so serene that day..
The only day he'd felt peace.. Tomorrow night probably would be the second time in 8 years that he'd feel at rest..
There was only one thing he could do any more..
George W. Bush held his face in his hands and cried..
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