i am screwed
... to be there, he had always put his work first. All he wanted in life was to give his family anything they ever wanted, so he worked continually sacrificing his time, effort, and life. All Bryan wanted now was to buy back a fraction of a moment in time with his son, a smile, a wave, a heartfelt sorry for not being the father he wanted to be. His son had died before he even left the block. Bryan had heard the screaming tires, the busting glass, and then the silence. Slowly Bryan shuffled his feet into the waiting room of the hospital, turned on the television, and slumped his tired body into a rigid chair. “Yet again another successful cloning of a human, looks like the way of the future for this world!” announced the reporter. Was this a glimmer of hope? The release from this sleepless hell? Three weeks later, the two broken hearted parents were giving samples of somatic cells. Through a long process after scientists enucleated their egg cells, studied their genes using bacterial specimens, and by self replication extra chromosomes and plasmas, the clone was complete . Besides a few exceptions such as fingerprints, and birth marks the clone was perfect. To Bryan he was a second chance, a second chance to be a father. Sandy wouldn’t even take a look at Dallas, she still couldn’t forgive herself for the accident, and couldn’t bring herself to look into the familiar deep kind eyes of the clone. To Sandy, he was merely a painful reminder of a long lost son. She wanted nothing to do with the clone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dallas was nervous. He checked his watch. Silently Dallas whispered to himself “Is it almost time yet?”. Since his creation, his birth he had awaited this day. A quick tap on his solid wooden door pierced his terrified ears....