
Through
the window, Leesa successfully molded Teddy’s fingers into the proper sign. He
smashed it to the glass proudly.
I
returned it as the bus’s doors squeaked shut. With a jerk, the giant vehicle
roared to life and bounced down the street and out of sight.
With
that, my babies were gone. Safe on the bus that would take them to school. Far
away from the toxic environment of our happy
home.
There is more where this came from! Get back to the rest of the WeWriWa clan here!