Samantha

Some days I half expected to walk into the living room and find her sitting there like she always did, her blonde hair all messy, paper and pencils everywhere.  She used to always forget one in her hair and leave it there all day.

Or I would expect to walk into the kitchen and find her standing in the midst of a mess by the stove cooking goodness knows what.  Somehow it always ended up tasting alright.

Author's Note

This is a shorter excerpt from a story I've been working on for a long time.