Thirty-three year old Angie Carson hung up the phone and put the file on her desk back into the drawer.
“Hey, Angie, you want to go catch a movie tonight?” Her co-worker, Susan, asked.
“No thanks, Susie, tonight is stay up late night with Katie,” Angie laughed.
“Okay, well some other time?”
“Sure, that would be great.” Angie stood up and walked out to her car. She drove downtown to the alternative school where five year old Katie was in first grade. She had tried her in the public school, but she worked so much faster than the other children, Angie had to take her out. Now she was very happy in her new surroundings. Angie walked into the building, stopping briefly to admire the artwork on the walls. She knocked on classroom 1A and entered. Katie was standing by a tower of blocks, giggling with her classmate Bridget.
“Hey, baby!” Angie said, as Katie came running toward her. She gave her daughter a hug.
“Hey mommy, guess what?” Katie said, excited.
“What?”
“We got a new music teacher today!”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah! Well, he’s just a helper really. But, he’s soooo nice to me!”
“That’s great, honey.”
“Do you want to meet him? He’s still here.”
“Sure,” Angie said. Katie half-dragged her mother in anticipation. They reached the music room and Katie threw the door open.
“Taylor!” She called out, “I want you to meet my mommy!” Angie cringed as she heard the name, but smiled anyway. A young man came out of the supply closet.
“Oh my God,” Angie said. Taylor stared at her, frozen.
“Oh my God,” He said. Angie began to shake.
“Mommy, what’s wrong?” Katie asked with concern in her big blue eyes. Angie looked Taylor over. She did the math quickly in her head. He was twenty-two now. He had cut his hair short, and gained weight, but she had recognized him right away. And he had recognized her. He walked slowly over to her. Katie was tugging on her mother’s dress.
“Hi,” Taylor said, softly.
“Hi,” Angie said. Maybe they were destined to be together after all.