PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
Katherine pressed her little face against the window. “Whada?”
“Sheep.” I’d released her from her car seat for the duration of the Great Migration.
“Not ship. Sheep.”
“Fluffy? Yes, wool. People use it to make….clothes?”
Trust her to have pet down pat. “No, we can’t pet the sheep.”
Silky curls bounced around her face as she nodded. “Pet Ships!”
One of the ships pressed its nose against the glass, looking direct into my daughter’s eyes.
God, I love my little girl. I’d missed her so much after the divorce. Now she was coming home with me.