Anastasia would be at home, from the school bus, in an hour, or so. And than we would go home. The home we can go back to now is a very complicated home.
So, we can go to a Blue Slide Park and call it home. It’s a very good place where we did things before, snacks of apples and chips, slid down, pretended to hide and than we seek-ed.
She is 12 years old now, scorchingly honest, shy, pin-sharp, unflinching. With very few friends (very well defined relations as of how and who can be a friend though) And she will always do right to those few. So we went for a dinner.
I can grow from that conversation.