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It was taking too long. It was taking way. Too long. You'd applied to your dream school weeks ago, and you hadn't gotten any news as to whether or not you'd been accepted. You'd spent so long on the application, making sure you answered every question just right. The essay portion had been even worse. That had been utter agony. And still, nothing back.

You'd taken to hanging out behind the mail slot, waiting every day for the envelope to come. When your dad wasn't home, of course. You didn't want him to worry about you, after all. He had enough to worry about. He had a pacemaker for Pete's sake.

As you sat against the door, waiting for the mail to come through (you'd sit outside, but you really didn't want to socialize with the mailman), you couldn't help but worry. What if you didn't get in? You'd wanted to go to this particular school for years now, and if you didn't get in, it'd be a crushing blow. You'd figure it out, but it would still hurt.

As you stewed in your thoughts, you heard the squeak of the mail slot, the rustle of papers being shoved through the door, and felt the whole mess drop into your lap. With shaking hands, you began to sort through it. Junk, junk, bill, junk, coupons, political ad... Letter for you. You tore into it like a lion into a gazelle, and...

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Hours later, you ran out of your room when you heard Alec come through the door.

"Dad!" you crowed, "Dad, I got my letter! I got in!" You waved the letter back and forth in the air, beaming and even bouncing up and down a little in excitement.

In turn, your dad's usually grumpy, sullen face lit up with a smile, and he tugged you in for a hug.

"Congratulations, kiddo!" he replied. "I knew ye'd get in. Yer too smart not to." He took a step back and looked at you, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. "Ah, my baby's all grown up. How would ye like to go out fer dinner tonight? To celebrate."