She drove away.
She broke her foot a couple weeks ago. Her beloved field hockey team is rife with dramatic discord. She’s charged with house-sitting a former teacher’s abode for a week. Her buddies are quarreling. Boys are…boys. The school year threatens. She’s anxious.
My little girl got her driver’s license today.
Her elixir is the freedom granted by the DMV. The windows are down, Mumford and Sons full blast, and a buddy in the passenger seat; her anxieties are in the trunk for now.
Buckle up, little girl.
Daddy loves you.
