That was where it belonged.
The wheelbarrow belonged in the yard.
The babies belonged in safe arms.
And the little girl who had carried an adult-sized responsibility for three days was finally free to leave both hands empty whenever she wanted.
That was where it belonged.
The wheelbarrow belonged in the yard.
The babies belonged in safe arms.
And the little girl who had carried an adult-sized responsibility for three days was finally free to leave both hands empty whenever she wanted.