It was morning, I was ready for my breakfast. I went to the fridge, got two eggs, some bacon and a slice of bread. I turned on the stove, and just when I was ready to crack one of the eggs I heard a small voice..”DON’T EAT ME!”
It took me a minute to fully register what I was seeing. Why was the apple in my hand PURPLE?
I had just arrived at Evelyn’s 4th birthday party, balloons in hand, when all hell broke loose. Nothing changes the power dynamic between an adult and a child faster than a pressurized garden hose.
Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.
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