So Thursday morning was Dash's interview. It was to be the interview of a lifetime. The catapult to fulfilling his lifelong dream and the first corner in the foundation of all our hopes and dreams begun.
You know I don't even want to write it. If I do then it's real and I haven't the heart just now to summon the magical words that will make your heart sink. The words that will express my complete and utter despair.
That interview was his last grip on hope to get out of the stress that is his current position and all he can express is disappointment and inadequacy. I'm a little torn because I know it pains him and yet there is nothing I can do or say to fix that pain besides it would seem whenever I am in his presence now all I can do is tear up and remind him of what isn't happening (not this year anyway).
I just hate it when Lilith does that oh-so-spooky prediction subconscious message thing. I even hate her for not driving the bus Thursday afternoon and letting me look like a slobbering mess, my eyes all puffy and tears enough to fill a river in Cairo.
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