I was driving my daughter home from school one afternoon when she asked me a question I wasn’t expecting from a six-year-old. “Daddy,” she said, “Am I going to die?” I had mentioned something about death to my daughter a few days prior while answering some other question of hers. Whatever I said, I guess…
30 Minus 2 Days of Writing
Day 19: “Little things”
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“I’m really no good at this.” I said, taking a step backward. I pushed my palms out and away from my chest as if I were being held at gunpoint.
Still she persisted. Crystal inched closer with her infant son held forward, beckoning me to grab hold of him as if she were offering a ball to a young child…