The Day I Dropped My Husband at the Airport, My Eight-Year-Old Daughter Warned Me Not to Go Home. Minutes Later, I Saw Why.
“Yes.
I think so.”
“Then I’ll sign it.”
She watched me uncap a pen.
“The bus leaves before school starts.
I won’t be with you.”
I set the pen down.
“That part makes you nervous?”
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