“My Mommy Has Been Sleeping for Three Days”—A Six-Year-Old Arrived at the Hospital With Newborn Twins in a Wheelbarrow
“Keep it out of the flowers!”
Chloe emerged from beside the shed.
At eleven, she was taller, with dark hair in a braid and soil on the knees of her overalls.
She held a garden tool she had been using for the small task she chose that morning.
Oliver turned too close to a bed.
“If you squash those, you’re helping fix them,” she called.
He changed direction immediately.
“Sorry!”