Finalist: Jesse Hanna
It was just supposed to be an April fools joke.
Frank had gone off to New York to see about a advertising job. We had been going out for two months and we were even talking about moving in together.
He was leaving when the school was getting ready for our class finals. I was more then willing to skip it and go with him, but he insisted that I stay here and finish school. Just in case he didn't get the job, as he liked to say.
The day he left I went out with my sister and we went shopping. We saw the postcard in a gift shop and thought it would be a good joke, seeing how April fools was right around the corner. I wrote down the hotel's address and mailed it that very afternoon.
I didn't even know that he had even received the postcard until his mother called me asking about where he was. She said he didn't go to the interview and the hotel hasn't seen him for three days.
The hotel said he checked into the hotel and later that night one of the desk clerks gave him his mail. He stared and the postcard for a minute or two and walked straight outside and hailed a cab. They haven't seen him since.
His mom wasn't just calling about where her son was, but was also calling about the postcard. I was furious with him at the time and thought I'd sure like to tell his mother what kind of a man she raised.
I guess I must have left out the part about it being April fools and that I was joking, because she took it awfully serious.
She spent the next few weeks taking care of me. She called the school and got them to let me take my finals later. We would spend the days out looking for apartments, buying furniture, normal expecting mother stuff. There were times when I almost broke down and told her, but she always seemed so happy, and I knew it would crush her.
She insisted to take me to the doctors and get checked on. I didn't know what I would say when the doctor came back. I kept telling her a lot of these aren't very accurate and we could try another doctor. She would just pat me on my hand and tell me not to worry. The guilt got to be too much and I was just about to tell her, but then the doctor walked in, and said a few words that would change my life forever.
Congratulations, He said, would you like to know if it's a girl or a boy ?
Frank had gone off to New York to see about a advertising job. We had been going out for two months and we were even talking about moving in together.
He was leaving when the school was getting ready for our class finals. I was more then willing to skip it and go with him, but he insisted that I stay here and finish school. Just in case he didn't get the job, as he liked to say.
The day he left I went out with my sister and we went shopping. We saw the postcard in a gift shop and thought it would be a good joke, seeing how April fools was right around the corner. I wrote down the hotel's address and mailed it that very afternoon.
I didn't even know that he had even received the postcard until his mother called me asking about where he was. She said he didn't go to the interview and the hotel hasn't seen him for three days.
The hotel said he checked into the hotel and later that night one of the desk clerks gave him his mail. He stared and the postcard for a minute or two and walked straight outside and hailed a cab. They haven't seen him since.
His mom wasn't just calling about where her son was, but was also calling about the postcard. I was furious with him at the time and thought I'd sure like to tell his mother what kind of a man she raised.
I guess I must have left out the part about it being April fools and that I was joking, because she took it awfully serious.
She spent the next few weeks taking care of me. She called the school and got them to let me take my finals later. We would spend the days out looking for apartments, buying furniture, normal expecting mother stuff. There were times when I almost broke down and told her, but she always seemed so happy, and I knew it would crush her.
She insisted to take me to the doctors and get checked on. I didn't know what I would say when the doctor came back. I kept telling her a lot of these aren't very accurate and we could try another doctor. She would just pat me on my hand and tell me not to worry. The guilt got to be too much and I was just about to tell her, but then the doctor walked in, and said a few words that would change my life forever.
Congratulations, He said, would you like to know if it's a girl or a boy ?