Hot Wheel’d

“I’m sorry,” she said with an exasperated look.  “They can’t keep their hands off each other.” “They’re not bothering me—I know what its like,” I said. She smiled as if to say thank you. Her pair of boys had stopped swinging each other around like airplanes and moved on to tugging at her. Not getting the attention he wanted the youngest looked at me—his Chestnut eyes and mop of curly hair winning me over right away. He presented the Hot Wheels car in his palm and motioning toward his mother

“I’m sorry,” she said with an exasperated look.  “They can’t keep their hands off each other.” “They’re not bothering me—I know what its like,” I said. She smiled as if to say thank you. Her pair of boys had stopped swinging each other around like airplanes and moved on to tugging at her. Not getting the attention he wanted the youngest looked at me—his Chestnut eyes and mop of curly hair winning me over right away. He presented the Hot Wheels car in his palm and motioning toward his motherKeep reading...