Duty Calls:
I went back home drained of every ounce of energy I had in my body. Who knew being a doctor would be so tiring? Not me.
As I pulled out a pair of denim shorts and a tee to wear to bed my eyes fell on an old tattered photo album. I took it out and flipped through the pages, immediately getting lost in them.
I had had a weird childhood. My parents were constantly on the move, moving from place to place and I had to keep changing schools and cities. Most of my friends I managed to keep in touch but lost some and that never managed not to sadden me.
My best and only friends in my first school were Sally and Rhea. Then when I was five, my parents moved again and I made new friends. My parents moved again when I was ten and then when I was twelve. We stayed in London for a fairly longtime and I had begin to feel the joys and sorrows of a settled life when my life in a suitcase began again and we moved when I was seventeen and have been in America since last year.
I flipped through the pictures; I had only a few of them. Suddenly my tiredness was gone, blown away like paper in a strong gale and I was working manically to arrange the fallen bits of my life, going through old slam books, searching for others, Shelly's number found in an old dairy and Ashley's in an old purse and so on.
I felt content, that my life was coming together for the first time when my cell phone rang and a voice piped "Doctor Jesse, it is an emergency."
And away I went, leaving my life and memories scattered as usual.