Picture writing assignment draft#1

Twiddling my thumbs I'm here for a reason I don't care for, in-laws. I have to make a good impression, he knows I don't like them, but taking the risk of tarnishing his reputation isn't an option. He, my husband, is trying so hard to win the support of the country gain they're trust and tell them that family is one of the most important things we have in this world (and that this country is a family "we take care of our own and help friends"). I'm his at home proof, the one who has to prove his point, he's moving us closer to the people who hate me for taking him away, the people I loath for disliking me for something I couldn't control. Politics stole him not me, he didn't really marry me, but lady liberty, government and rhetoric stole his heart long before he even set eyes on me. Truly he is a mormon, married to two, but poors his life into one, I'm just his little loved helper, I've come to call myself. They don't understand, correction she doesn't understand. His mother has had it in for me the day she met me, we were wrapped up into each other blind to the world, his loves: politics and me consumed his life. She couldn't blame what she always supported, so I became the scapegoat. His father, one of the nicest people I've ever met, understood that a woman would steal his sons heart away some day and was prepared for it. He was ready when two woman took him and he was always okay with it, he tried to sooth Anne (my husbands mother) but Pete (his father) was never fully able to accomplish it, God bless his soul. The plane is now landing, will I smile just right? Can I convincingly hold her in embrace, as if I mean it? We'll see if my shabby highschool acting repetour can hold up to the test.

She arrives today, the woman who stole my son, took him away. And what she doesn't know is I am greatful. Not that he's gone, but that he found her, someone to hold that cares for him as much, if not more, as he does for her. She was a gift from heaven, and I asked him to make her move, I masked it as a political ploy, but the truth is I have always been hard on her. It was my job, she in my daughter-in-law and needed to understand I love my baby and she can't break the bonds between us. I talked to Pete, I know I went a little far, saying things I didn't mean, giving unnecessary looks. It was all a game all to say, I love love him don't take him too far or break his heart, that's the message I wanted to get across. The point has been made he has gone to accomplish his goals, pursue his other love, so the time has come for peace. No truce, or cease fire, but long lasting peace. A relationship where she understand I do love her and don't blame her now. For a while I did, I hated her, but the truth is I didn't really, I hated his job. It took him away from the both of us, but my job is to set him free not to bind him. The car pulls up to the plane I see the steps fall down it's time to bear the olive branch.

They both get out of their means of transportation, one thinks she's headed for her doom the other thinks she is going to make a new peace. Yet, both know what ever is to come will be a struggle Sarah:"Just hug her for the camera, make it convincing, it has to seem as if we love each other. I'll do my part if she does hers." Anne: "There she is my only daughter, if she only knew. I want to hug her tight and let her know I'm sorry, and that she passed the test. Look to the camera make sure you can see it's real so my baby can see mama is telling the truth when she says she appreciates your wife and wont torture her."

Sarah: "Was it real she held me and smiled like she was really happy. Like a was a real relative, a real person that she missed, has her mind changed?"

Anne: "She was fake, I could feel it and she did her best to look convincing I know. She doesn't want the people going against Robert [Anne's son] and that just makes me like her more. Yet, I have more work ahead of me than I realized, and I may have to pull out my thick skin and keep my heart extra warm."