THE HAPPY DAY

From the tone of her voice I could tell that she was alright if not better. It was not an unfamiliar tone as I have heard it many times before. It was of the magical type with golden sprinkles and sparkling stardust.

I felt happy for her. It was the time where I wouldn`t dare say many things that I felt like saying. Maybe words would utterly fail if I tried to make things as clear as crystal.

I would rather leave things as they were at that time and hope for the best.