room 321 | early afternoon | sunday | 27 december
For Jonas, the passing of Christmas wasn't much of an event at all. He'd spent so much of his life not knowing about Christmas that the day had come and gone without Jonas even realizing it. He'd stayed in, read some, slept some and relaxed. It had seemed like the best use of time off.
He'd been attempting to do much of the same today and, in fact, had a book open on his lap. Somewhere between starting the book (something about botany) and now, he'd gotten distracted and lost in thoughts of home. It wasn't often that he thought of that place for a lengthy amount of time but he couldn't stop today. He found himself wondering if his mother and father were well, if Lily was all right and if they ever thought about him.
He'd asked once, if they loved him, and he'd been told that he was enjoyed. He know wondered if they regretted telling him that. Jonas knew it was most likely fruitless and if anyone thought about him, it was the Giver. Jonas knew he wasn't needed or really wanted there anymore.
He was all right with that. Mostly.
[despite his distraction, door and post are open!]
He'd been attempting to do much of the same today and, in fact, had a book open on his lap. Somewhere between starting the book (something about botany) and now, he'd gotten distracted and lost in thoughts of home. It wasn't often that he thought of that place for a lengthy amount of time but he couldn't stop today. He found himself wondering if his mother and father were well, if Lily was all right and if they ever thought about him.
He'd asked once, if they loved him, and he'd been told that he was enjoyed. He know wondered if they regretted telling him that. Jonas knew it was most likely fruitless and if anyone thought about him, it was the Giver. Jonas knew he wasn't needed or really wanted there anymore.
He was all right with that. Mostly.
[despite his distraction, door and post are open!]