Post by robyn grace hartsfield on May 27, 2012 19:57:37 GMT -5
i'm waiting some some kind of miracle
| [atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 250px; height: 290px; padding: 0px 5px 0px 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 99%; overflow: auto]Robyn pulled her sunglasses on over her eyes as the afternoon sun glared down from above the buildings and trees. Her four year old daughter, Bekah, trotted alongside her, hand in hand. The young mom didn't get to spend as much bonding time with her daughter as she'd like- when she had to go to school, the child was left with a trustworthy friend or daycare. Those hours she spent away from her daughter made her anxious to see her again, and she had considered several times quitting college and staying with Bekah all the time. Those sorts of thoughts were quickly dismissed, however. Robyn needed to get a good job for both Bekah and her own sake, so quitting wasn't a option. Today she was able to relish in the fact she could devote herself to her child. [/style]They'd both been on their feet all day- Robyn had taken Bekah shopping (even though the young child always tore up her new clothes playing the second she out them on), then once they returned home and put their new belongs away, she'd taken her to the history museum. Robyn had been concerned whether or not her daughter would have found the museum boring and a waste of time, but was surprised to find she'd been quite intrigued by the artifacts and exhibits. Both activities were time consuming, and now Robyn promised lunch. They walked on the sidewalk, looking around for a suitable place to eat. Robyn felt Bekah slow a little, and knew that the four-year old was growing tired. She looked down at the girl, who had her golden blonde curls obscuring her face as she counted the cracks in the sidewalk on her fingers. Robyn smiled, loving her daughters fascination with learning and exercising her thoughts like so. Granted, most children were very curious, but then again, Robyn was biased. She looked back up, searching for a place to eat that she knew Bekah would like, when she heard a gasp come from the child. She quickly looked to see what it was, and saw that the young girl had dropped her bag of marbles that she had insisted on getting at the museum gift store. "Oh Bekah" Robyn muttered under her breath, bending down to help pick up the little marbles. And there had to be like, a gazzilion of them, to. She peered back up to check and see if Bekah was helping with her mess, just in time to witness her run right into the back of someone in her pursuit of a runaway marble. Bekah stumbled backward a little, clearly not realizing there had been someone standing there. It was about time that child got a haircut, Robyn thought as she rushed to her daughter, who immediately hid behind her legs once her mother had approached her. Robyn laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Im so sorry!" Robyn announced, a bit sheepishly. Outfit! | [/style] |
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