Life's Too Short

“Where’d you get her?”

“Target,” she deadpanned. “She was on sale and you know how you can never leave with just one thing,” she mumbled

Can you hang on to me if I carry you?”

I was keenly aware of the potential to get hurt here.

When my eyes came back to Vanessa’s, they were anguished.

“The man is besotted.

But it also made him inflexible and prone to hang on to things that weren’t good for him for much longer than he should.

You know, you’ve been through all the same things he has and you’re not unraveled.”

I didn’t want her to breathe the black mold and dust mites that Adrian and I had signed up to endure for the next two hours.

She looked at me and put her bottom lip into a pout.

Every time she had her pacifier in and I made her smile, it popped out and she’d beam up at me, all gums and twinkling eyes.