- Move on
Joyce looked slowly at the two options and picked number two.
She faltered, wondering whether she had chosen the right option. The news of her sister’s death was still fresh, and for nine months Joyce had allowed herself only one option—cry—so it was a surprise to see another option that morning. The decision though, had seemed easy. To be honest, Joyce was tired of the mind-numbing grief and endless tears. Moving on had seemed a nice change.
But she couldn’t be sure.
Mustering up her courage, she walked over to the table and reached for the most recent letter on her desk, titled Electricity Bill.
- Open it
- Don’t open it
Joyce picked number one, and opened the envelope with shaking hands. To her relief, it wasn’t bad, nothing she couldn’t pay for. Relieved, she moved on to the next envelope in the pile.
This is Henry, your sister’s husband. I know we haven’t met many times, but I have a favor to ask of you. I was wondering if you could take care of Carrie, your niece, for two months while I look for better work.
Joyce gazed up in horror, mind reeling, flashing, worrying, and before she knew it a third decision popped up in front of her, chilling her to the bone.
- Take care of the child
- Refuse, and let down your sister
Joyce knew what she had to do, whether she wanted it or not. Reluctantly, she chose number one.
Carrie squirmed in her pink high-chair and smiled happily at the twitching lady in front of her. Gap toothed and beaming, ruddy cheeks round like a chipmunk, she burbled as Joyce tried to feed her. Her twinkling eyes cut right through the coldness around Joyce’s heart, and she gasped.
Joyce stared in astonishment, breathing slightly heavier, and cupped Carrie’s small chin in her hands. She brushed a few strands of auburn hair from Carrie’s eyes.
Suddenly one more decision floated into the air.
- Keep her
Number two never came out.