Twas the night before school and all thru the house one captor was showering the other was asleep, quiet as a mouse. The backpacks were hung by the door with care in hope’s that school morning soon would be there. When out from the quiet there arose a large….smell of smoke, from the cast iron pan this hostage left on😳. The MOUS, quickly rose to my aid and turned off the burner and moved off the pan.

It is the eve of the first day of the school year and this hostage is ready. The captors are in denial, and often tell me we must not speak of the “S” word until it is here, but I have often slipped and failed in that demand.

If I was not called away to my vocation most days I do not know if I would be more excited for tomorrow or less? All this captive knows is that the time the assailants have to wreak havoc on my abode has been diminished by EIGHT HOURS! <sweet angelic singing> This captive is OK with the school year starting, but I must not show my eagerness or I fear they will suspect something.

Tomorrow morning is slightly terrifying. The task of rising my assailants in the wee hours of morning, to send them off to where they wish not be will surely have its challenges, but I am strong! Surviving 5000+ days as a hostage, if nothing else, has given me incredible strength I didn’t know I could have….I shall rise to the challenge and come out victorious!