The house looked becoming,calm and welcoming even in the dark light of the night . The type a man would like to go back to after a hard day to his family,it had a welcoming aura.
The woman looked at the house and it was obvious she was about to make a sorrowful act. She began to cry tears she had been holding back for some time now, her husband trusted her to perform this act but how could she?
A woman never does this. She wiped away her tears and stood straight,she walked into the porch of the building and up to the front door.
She knocked twice and seeing the light come on behind the door, she quickly walked away once again feeling sad.
She went sideways into the bushes and trees that surrounded the house.
A man stepped out of the house wondering who would knock at a time like this,carefully looking around he saw no one. He stood for a while before he entered back inside.
The woman quickly ran out of the bushes to see if he had taken the box with him. She was hopeful that he hadn't taken it,then she could tell her husband it was a failed mission.
All the hope in her heart drained away as she saw the spot where she dropped the box empty.
She walked away down the path leading to the road. The tears once more began. She said to her self "I can't be selfish it's for the best"
She walked the path and away from the home. Praying the faith of her daughter was in good hands.