Days flew by, and soon weeks went by, a month or two, and soon Amy and Jeff had to leave the beautiful Turks and Caicos islands and head back home. The thought almost had her crying. It was early in the morning of the day they were to leave and she was looking at her breakfast blankly while Jeff made sure everything was packed and set.
Jay ran to her and got on one of the stools beside her. "Mommy, do you have to go?" he asked not sounding pleased at all. She wanted to cry too, she was going to miss her son. Okay, she was going to miss Jay and his cute self and the beach and the food and their dinners and breakfast and their cuddling in bed. She wanted to cry.
Reaching for him, she made him sit on her lap. "Honey, I wish I didn't but I left all my life back at home, I have to go back to it, I have school and family and a house and friends…" she sighed when she realized that indeed she couldn't stay. "But we will talk and maybe sometime you could visit New York too?
