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When I arrived home, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I went over the kitchen and dining room again, making sure they were clean. Without Carmen there to send me off to bed, I had no reason to sleep, or even pretend.
I went to my garage and pulled out a piece of wood. I hadn’t carved anything since I found Carmen, and now, I felt the urge to create something.
My mother once said I was a true artist because I didn’t decide what to carve, the wood spoke to me and I created what was inside it. For the life of me, though, the only thing I had on my mind was Carmen. I found a nice, large piece and started working on it.
Carmen, the curve of her face, her sweet little smile, her little nose, and the shallow dimple she had in her right cheek, filled my vision. As I carved, I th
