I am nearing the end of my final week of classes. The last day is tomorrow. All my class work and final exams have been finished except for three projects. I leave on Wednesday. Timothy is going to take me home. He lives in Randleman, so hopefully we will meet over the break and hang out.
I called Tenielle tonight. She is waiting for me to return. She told me that Cheryl doesn’t come to church anymore. She still smokes, so that’s a bummer, but I can’t wait to hold her. I told her I was scared about coming home. I feel like a stranger to that world.
“You’re not a stranger to me.” she said.
Come this Sunday, I will have known Tenielle for three years. She is 15-years-old. She has seen too much for such a young girl.
I’ve been stage managing the Christmas show the past couple of nights. It’s kinda fun; in fact really fun.
It snowed tonight. The ground is covered. Christmas time has come again. I will spend it with family in Virginia. I can’t believe 1997 is creeping up behind us.
Where suddenly have I gone?
Am I the same person I was when I first met Tenielle? Am I the same person I was last year?
All the performing arts students make candle light wishes in front of the audience at the end of the show. I wonder what I’ll wish for…