The arrival of a piece of paper.

The long anticipated year one results arrived with a snap in my letterbox this damp grey day in Leitrim. Jumping up from the kitchen table I ran to the front door leafed through the small pile of envelopes to find the one I hoped was there. Handing my mom her post I grab a gulp of water and then a small pack of tissues. I sit. I stand. I go to the hallway. I sit on the stairs. I stand again and go back the kitchen quickly inching back the sticky lip of the envelope. A deep breath … air and paper release from their captors together. Opening out the folded page I see a list of the word “PASS”

“Well?”
I reply with a breathy sigh: “Oh my God I passed.”
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