Catching Up
It is a cool evening in September when I receive the phone call. There are still fresh leaves lying on the sidewalk as I make my way to my car. Kids’ laughter fills the silence as they play in the street. I watch for a moment with my hand on the door handle of my vehicle. I inhale the fall air. One of the girls looks up and smiles at me. I wave. She has straight blonde hair and a blue scrunchie holding the strands together in a ponytail. The bottom of her overalls drag on the ground as she chases the other kids.
