Sacrifices

• Andrew Roman , Grade 11
• Short Story
• 2015

The slumber of sleep would not leave Stephens eyes. He could not see in front of him even by an inch, as it was pitch black. Although he can hear the sweet breath of his beloved wife, Margaret, who had laid by his side through the night. Despite his best efforts to raise up out of bed, the peacefulness that roamed his home demanded otherwise. Determined to get up and prepare for work, Stephen, regardless of how exhausted he was, climbed out of bed, and lit the candle close by to where he lay his head. He carefully walked out of the room making sure he did not make a sound on the way out, that could have awoken his wife or his two children up from their slumber. His two young daughters Abigale and Georgia slept so harmoniously, he longed to stay with them, but he had a job to go to. Quickly but quietly he wore his beige, dusty, moth eaten, boot-legged pants, to match his brown, tattered, threadbare, button up shirt and scurried out of the house.