… the mom just like me.
I saw how when you entered the gym your two little girls were arguing, pushing and shoving each other. The elder one rushed through the turnstile and the younger one tried to follow, trying to emulate her sister, or retaliate, only to get smacked in the head by the bar coming up behind her. I saw how your hands were full of kit bags and car keys and entrance cards, you didn’t catch it in time. I saw the guilty but exasperated look on your face.
It happens. It used to happen to me every time we went there until about a month ago. Now my youngest scoots under the turnstiles. It’s nothing you did wrong. They will eventually learn. Continue reading “I Saw You Today …”