Against the Odds

Against the Odds — page 5
My father leaned over to pet Mona Bye old girl he said Take good care of these women He sighed Mona wagged her knobby tail and sighed back We can take care of ourselves my mother said My father lifted me up in the air I put my head on his shoulder You’re getting heavy Kiki my father said I can hear my bones creak Weakling I mumbled Sweetheart my father answered He let me down Then he lifted up my mother Only a little bit I listened No creaking at all The taxi’s here my mother said My father dragged his suitcase to the taxi and climbed in My mother ran after him My father lowered the window and gave her a kiss Kiss he called to me I climbed up the garden wall and raised my hand Bye I said The taxi drove away