Thanks for stopping by today. Last week, we left off with little kindergarten aged Teddy Lee of
Silver Sky at Dawn trying to make the sign for "I love you" to his mother, Lorena. His big sister, Leesa Shayne, is about to give herself a baby ulcer as she walks her baby brother across the street so they can board the school bus. Lorena is trying to stay focused on the morning routine, but having just found adulterous texts in her husband's phone, she can't really pull it together.
“Come
on Teddalee!” Leesa’s eyes were wide with worry, as though she feared she
couldn’t hold off the nonexistent traffic much longer. Her purple backpack
sparkled in the bus’s headlights as she guided her six-year-old brother, whose
mind was always about three clicks ahead of his body, around the front of the
bus and up the steps.
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.