The morning sun was watching everyone as the president opened his office window widely. The breeze blew his neatly done red hair, messing it up a little. He brushed off the invisible dust on his suit before turning his back on the sun.
The man went over to his desk. The slow heartbeat in his chest was anticipating something to happen, something that he asked to happen.
His hazel eyes caught a picture on top of his desk. The image showed a wavy blonde woman holding a red-haired baby.
A sad smile formed on his face. The president diverted his gaze over to his wedding photo beside the baby photo.
He took the picture with his right hand, using his left hand to graze over the glass, trying to remember the day the world blessed him with the best woman in the world. His fingers stopped at the neatly written names of him and his wife.
Alfred and Isabella.
