IWishIWasAPirate
She counted his fingers and toes and thanked God when all twenty were there. She looked at his little face and waves of emotion crashed over her. She couldn't believe that she could love any man more than her husband, but this one took that love and quadrupled it.
The orders were piling up and the waitress was starting to sweat. It was her first day on the job and she had hoped and prayed for a good first day, but that was not happening so far. The evening started with a screamy, bossy child accompanied by a couple of self-righteous know-it-alls.
The boy was a trooper in his opinion. He had flinched a little when he'd pulled the needle out, but other than that, he'd sat straight and hadn't made a sound. Just squeezed his mama's hand tight. It was over in seconds, and the boy walked away with a lollipop and a smile.
The dust on the sill made her choke as she yanked the window up. She bit her lip and glanced back at her bedroom door, listening for any approaching footsteps. She had to be quieter if she was going to make a successful escape. She climbed through and climbed down the tree outside.
She sat on the sill and wiped her eyes. Her father was a stern man. He didn't understand what it was like to be a teenage girl. Her problems WERE silly and dramatic, she was smart enough to know that. But they still seemed scary and big to her.