I was done with the cleaning, rearranging and organizing. I discovered the unseen broken pieces and the hidden slime. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, so it doesn’t wet the back of my shirt. The water was still dripping from its end. My hands were numb. I could smell the bleach on them only by looking at their thirsty skin. The headache I had fought with all through the morning was still there. I went shopping. I stopped at the red light; I thought everything would be fine, if it changed into green. They came; we ate and the New Year followed. I am still waiting for that green!