She jumps down the overly large step that drops from her front door,
stray hair sticking to her forehead as she does so. Her eyes roll as she sighs
heavily. Her knees give way slightly as she lifts down the two scooters propped
in the hall as her children kick their legs with giddy shrieks. The bag hanging
from her shoulder swings wildly.
Pulling the door shut the vintage tiles of her
house, littered with plush toys and Sippy cups, are hidden from view with cobalt
panels.
Hastily checking over her pockets she calls out,
“Kids, come on, calm for Mummy remember?”
The little girl squeezes her eyes shut. Her puffy
cheeks pull in as she lets loose a squeal while her brother’s fists redden
around clumps of her hair that he’s tugging.
