I'm such a sinner

Mom, I’m such a sinner

The door opened with a bang against my front hall.


Something was wrong. My heart revved like a racecar. I wiped wet hands against my apron and hurried to meet my daughter, home from third grade.

Charity fell into my arms, a melted puddle of tears.

“I’m such a s-i-n-n-e-r!” She wailed.

Sobs ripped raw from her eight-year-old soul.

“Oh, Moooooom, what am I going to do?”

By then I’d imagined a number of worse case scenarios.

“What happened, honey?” With forced calm, my arm wrapped around her. I led her to the couch where we sat down.

The story came in bits and pieces…

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