The morning went off without a hitch.
Barely a backward glance.
And then the afternoon came.
The routine had been gone over… “an hour in the after school program and I’ll be there at 4.”
But at 3:32 I get a phone call from a bawling boy.
“Where are you?”
Soothing words were spoken to get through that last half hour.
And when 4 o’clock hit I was greeted with laughter and smiles.
You see, it had all been a misunderstanding.
Because no, they don’t lock the gates and leave the kids there all night.
Yes, I’ll always pick him up.
And so we march onward to day 3…