Tiffany Crews

Little Book of Surprises

“Get those boxes too. The ones by your bed.” I instructed my fourteen-year-old son Caleb. “Make sure they’re tapped all the way up.” I stood at the doorway as I watched him packing away the last of his things. “They’re tapped.” He double checked before standing up to look at me. “You ok ma?” I smiled softly. “I’ll be ok.”