-She is sitting on a stool in the kitchen while she makes half decaf half caffeinated Starbucks hazelnut coffee in her cheap fifteen dollar coffee pot. It's a cool autumn night and she is dressed up in her wedding gown for her ritual Friday night sob fest. There is a knock on the door. She frantically moves her way through her cluttered studio apartment, spilling her half-calf all over her designer wedding dress.
-The smell of bacon, sunny side up eggs, and blueberry muffins traveled from the kitchen, up the stairs, and into her room, waking her up from a deep sleep. It was her ninth birthday.
-Greg busts down the door because Sheri is screaming in agony. His eyes are glued to this delusional, coffee scorched, divorced bride as she lies on the floor sobbing and laughing at the same time.
-Her father never spent any time with her. As she ran down the stairs, the one thing she wanted for her birthday was for her father to just be there. Ready to devour her favorite breakfast foods and begin celebrating her birthday, out of the corner of her eye she catches a glimpse of her father sitting at the kitchen table, awaiting her arrival.
-He leaves the door open to her apartment and slowly begins to walk over to her to make sure she is okay and the neighbor's nappy little dog from across the hall prances in. Sheri finally stops scrying and they both reach down to pet the dog and before they could get close to it, the damn thing attacks. It jumps so viciously onto Sheri, biting and ripping a huge chunk out of her wedding dress, and then prances out the same way it came in.
-Because he was sitting there, this was the first birthday she had ever remembered. Every emotion possible shot through her body as she sat down next to him. He looked at her and said, "Hey, pass the bacon would ya?"
-Things could not get any worse. They sit down on the couch and get ready to watch a movie while stuffing their faces with fatty foods full of cholesterol. Again, a knock on the door.
-That was the first thing that he has said to her in so long.
-She finds her way back through the cluster, careful not to spill her coffee this time, and makes it to the door. She slightly opens it to see who is there because her door lacks a peep hole, and there HE is. Her ex-husband, standing there with two dozen white roses(she hated red ones becaue they are so cliche).
-He may have just been there for the breakfast, because he didn't speak one word to her for the rest of the day, but it didn't matter to her. She loved him unvonditionally, even though he didn't seem to love her back, and his presence at breakfast was enough to make her whole day, maybe even year, special.
