mouth to answer, the picture of me being homeless and addicted to heroin popped in my mind one last time because the next words to out of her mouth would dictate my future.
“Oh really? I’m so sorry sweetie, I must have accidentally forgot to type the 3. I’ll fix it right away. Funny thing is, your project was one of the best ones in the class. You did a really good job,” she exclaimed. Then, she put her hands on my shoulder reassuringly, looked me dead in my eyes, and said, “Hopefully you didn’t think that this was the end of the world or anything, right?”
I was stunned. All the tears, the headaches and the over-analysis was for naught. In a span of thirty seconds and six sentences, my life had went from a stress induced hell, to a relieved heaven-like peace. And just like that, the King had returned.
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