My Sister Asked Me To Watch Her Little Girl So She Could “run Errands.”

snack with one bite missing. Sophie’s pajama shirt was wrinkled, her hair brushed only on top, her stuffed bunny tucked under her arm like she had learned to comfort herself.

“No lunch?” I asked.

Kelsey gave me that small smile she used when she wanted me to feel dramatic. “She ate. Don’t start.”

Sophie looked down at the porch.

I should have stopped everything continue reading …