How dare you, without me !!

The henna still faint red on my hands; my fair neck doing justice to the newly threaded black beads displaying the dimension of each bead used in it; I stare deep into the rear view mirror as the car came to a halt. The jerk woke me up from whatever that it was that I was thinking of. Something else caught my attention- our duplex house. I could not wait to take a look inside. I ran towards the door, pushed the keys into the keyhole and unlocked the door. As I approached to turn the knob, I heard his voice from behind, “how dare you!” He came running, swiped me off my feet, smiled and said, “How dare you, without me!” He carried me into our house. Everything was still the same yet new. I was still the same, he was too, yet a year made the difference…every year it was the same, yet 25 yrs made the difference.