The second block? That’s where the terror began. No, not from my elementary school bully. I didn’t see him until I got to school… …the second block contained Bucky. Bucky, the Wolf Dog.
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The second block? That’s where the terror began. No, not from my elementary school bully. I didn’t see him until I got to school… …the second block contained Bucky. Bucky, the Wolf Dog.
Not getting the discrediting face they had hoped from their parents, each kid looked back at me to learn more about the legendary demon woman…
Complete silence. I looked around the room and everyone was looking at me like I was a Klan member whose car broke down in the middle of Harlem. I slowly lowered my hand as the game master came over and sat the basket down before verifying my card.
While loading one of the bags, I saw in my peripheral view, a multi-colored bag in the cart next to mine. It didn’t take a super-sleuth to figure out what had just happened…
A wonderful way to start my day. It was the first of many beautiful things I would enjoy between gifts, hugs, laughs, a good birthday dinner and the joy of family…
But what stood out to me was how he smiled during his silent moments…