Today I chose to walk home instead of taking the bus. “Why are we walking today? I’m so hungry!” wined David. “I think it would be better to get some fresh air, before we hear what’s going on at home.” I say. “Why? What’s going on?” Sometimes I forget that David’s only 4, and does not know the current events.
“Nothing, just the usual.” I reply calmly, so David does not make any more speculations. As we are walking, I remember that there is a bakery down the street that’s good, and lucky for me, cheap. “Hey, want to go to the Bakery down the street?” I ask David. More time spent away from home. “YES!” screams and shrieks David. At least someone is happy.
While walking I spot a police car very close to the bakery. “This doesn’t look good.” David whispers. I grasp on to his hand, and slowly we walk close to the bakery.
“What’s going on?” I ask the police officer. “This was the last place Smool went before getting sick, in hospital. If you’re planning on getting in, make your way home.” We do as we are asked. “Maybe tomorrow we can make cookies at home.” I tell David. “Okay.” David replies, unenthusiastically.
I wish there was one place where I could go to avoid going home.