Greeted by a low rumble, there seemed a hum signifying activity and drive. We were expectant, armor of warmth set. Weapon of words drawn.
I know that if I look, I will see children growing up in circumstances that children should never experience. I will see parents making impossible choices that parents should never have to make. If I look, I know that I will feel. I will be heartbroken.
The car was on, heat blasting, as the dashboard thermostat read 11 degrees. I threw the bags in the trunk and ran back inside to get some respite from the cold. Why hadn’t I grabbed my coat before hurrying outside to start the car and wake it from its overnight freeze? I called upstairs to my daughter in my normal, frantic, is it really that time already fashion.