Easton
My mother used to pick me up from preschool every day at the same time, always with a smile on her face and her arms stretched out, ready to receive me with a loving hug.
“How was your day, Easton?” she asked me as we walked home.
“Good. I made a new friend,” I murmured, holding her hand tightly.
“Really?”
“Yes, his name is Trevor, and he’s very strange. I saw him eating glue when he thought no one was watching him.” My mother let out a little laugh. “Can we go to the park?”
“Your father must be waiting for us at home. We can go to the park another time.”
“But Mom, it’ll only be for a little while,” I insisted.
“Easton...” I pouted. My mother smiled and then let out a long sigh. “I can’t say no to you when you make that face. But it’ll only be for a little while, all right?”
