The wind was gently caressing my face. As the wind gently passed by, the dried leaves created a soothing hymn. As the hymn continued, my sorrow danced along with it. Each letter I typed brought memories of my husband and I together. My name is Heidi Robinson Masterson. This was a story on how the separation of me and my husband changed my life.
Summer time at a school dormitory, everyone was busy getting out of the dorm, dragging along their stuff along pavement, and looking forward to their vacation. Everyone was busy for their vacation except for a man seated at a patio and was typing at his old busted typewriter. His face was bursting with emotions from