To the Little Girl That Told Me I Could Be Her Mommy

I’m sorry.

Photo by Volodymyr Hryshchenko on Unsplash

When you ran over and clung to my husband’s knee, the top of your curly sand-colored head barely met it.

Your presence startled us, because not only could it have been unsafe had we not noticed you, but you were all alone.

There were crowds of other children much older and bigger than you running, jumping…

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Sarah M.

Sarah M.

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