DAWN WILL RISE
By Tessa Harvey
Imperfection had always bothered him. He was so tall, dark, handsome and Ella's brains had disappeared out of the window. Only when they were married did his obsessiveness come to bother her.
Both Sam and Molly, his parents, had tried to warn her. So had her own, but Ella was headstrong.
Slowly he had improved with the little boys so messy, so needy, especially after a bout of flu last winter. For two days she had been unwell. Now Mark had more respect for dishes, meals, laundry not perfectly done, even for things not being on time.
Ella could remember in the hospital saying "Dawn will rise!"
It was just on the cusp of the sun coming up. But did it have a deeper meaning? When David was almost three, she was a week away from giving birth and without meaning to, she had climbed up the stairs from the basement laundry without her little son. "Look at me, mum!" David was balanced on the top of the twenty one concrete steps OUTSIDE the railing!
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