Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 21, 2008 4:34:48 GMT
Keeping tight hold of Abby's hand, I push the door open to the Post Office, swinging my arm forward, swinging Abby inside.
"Come on baby," I laugh, glancing down as she tugs on my hand, pointing at the cages of owls.
"Mhm, owls sweetie," I nod, reaching into my purse that was slung over my shoulder, and pulling out a letter.
It was that time of year again, the time that I would write him, telling him how things were and how his grandkids were doing.
Living in Paris, he didn't get a chance to see them, or me, that much so every now and then he'd write a letter asking about everyone, and around two months later I'd finally get around to replying.
The sound of an owl hooting reminds me of the curious three year that I've brought along.
"Abby," I scold, taking hold of her hand and gently pulling her away from the owl cages.
The last thing I need to worry about is Abby getting her fingers eaten. Part of my thinks that I should have let Abby go with Alex and Ian to visit Kris but I figured that I would let the three of them have a grandfather-father-son day.
Turning around, I'm of course not watching where I'm going so I slam right into someone, dropping my letter and causing Abby to slam into my leg.
"Sorry," I mutter, pushing my hair back off my forehead.
"Come on baby," I laugh, glancing down as she tugs on my hand, pointing at the cages of owls.
"Mhm, owls sweetie," I nod, reaching into my purse that was slung over my shoulder, and pulling out a letter.
It was that time of year again, the time that I would write him, telling him how things were and how his grandkids were doing.
Living in Paris, he didn't get a chance to see them, or me, that much so every now and then he'd write a letter asking about everyone, and around two months later I'd finally get around to replying.
The sound of an owl hooting reminds me of the curious three year that I've brought along.
"Abby," I scold, taking hold of her hand and gently pulling her away from the owl cages.
The last thing I need to worry about is Abby getting her fingers eaten. Part of my thinks that I should have let Abby go with Alex and Ian to visit Kris but I figured that I would let the three of them have a grandfather-father-son day.
Turning around, I'm of course not watching where I'm going so I slam right into someone, dropping my letter and causing Abby to slam into my leg.
"Sorry," I mutter, pushing my hair back off my forehead.
