Frustration
Dear Friends- Bea stood before me in the kitchen door, arms crossed and a face scrunched in defiance. I felt the air exhale from me in a groan, and walked towards her as Otis trailed behind. I had been so close. The lunches, book bags, boots, rain gear, jackets, and water bottles were all in the car waiting, and we were actually getting out the door on time for school. And yet… there stood my daughter at the threshold of our home, unmoving and unmoved by my pleas. She was unh