The days follow each other but are never the same. They are called by the same names and follow each other in regimented naming order, never getting out of sync. Sunday nevers decides to take a few days off and follow Wednesday. They may follow the same order, but their content differs enormously. Sometimes they have a similar feel or overall texture, but the days follow each other and are never the same.

This Tuesday is the last Tuesday my daughter will have before finishing exams and school. To other people it is a normal Tuesday, but to her it is a bookend that holds the end of all the chapters of her school life. The other bookend, a Tuesday where it all began 13 years ago. The door to her new life starting on Wednesday, has already started to open, the cracks of light coming through the opening are highly attractive to her, with the heady scent of freedom mixed with the intoxicating light. There will be days when she has crossed the threshold, when she will look back through the door wistfully at herself, her friends and the experiences that made her childhood. It may take some time before she wants to do this, but maybe on some random Wednesday, she will be drawn back to opening the door and remember the joys and sorrows of this time, but from here it is onwards and upwards.

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