The instructions said to wait, so she waited. It was something she did quite well; Lord knows she'd had plenty of practice. Sometimes it seemed she did little else besides wait.

Just a few more minutes now. But how many minutes, hours, days, years of her life had she wasted waiting, hoping, praying — all for naught?

Enough! Today it would stop. Today she would move forward, no matter what. Her phone played a marimba to celebrate her newfound resolve.

She looked guardedly at the little white stick, and beamed: two blue lines — finally!

It had been worth the wait.

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