My mom's story
Its dark and looks like it is going to rain today.I loved sitting by our big glass door to watch the rain.I was told that we are picking up Mom and my baby.I can hardly wait.Dad dress me in my yellow dress that I always wear for church.I keep playing with the ruffles of my white socks and sometimes I take my finger and rub my very nice shiny shoes.My parents always fuss over my shoes.I know not to get any marks on them and I need to pick up my feet.It is starting to rain more and I can see them bounce of the sidewalk we have in our back yard.My Dad pulled back the curtain and I look up at him.He did not say a word and just picked me up.My legs naturally wrapped around his waist and my arms go around his shoulders.We are going to get Mom and the baby.My feet begin to wiggle and my Dad reaches and holds my foot,only one.I knew that meant to stop.My Dad fumbles for the keyes.I am getting wet very wet and starting to feel cold.He did not put
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