Redhawk Caldera On the merry-go-round that we call life

chickadee looked up at her mom as the little sister came rollicking closer. she pretended to grab at the kiddo, missing here and there with long hoots and little laughs, acting as if it all was a big struggle.
there was lots to say, so much that it was really easy not to say any of it. "mom, do you need me to stay?" chickadee asked earnestly when there was a lull in the play.