It Is Not Your FaultIt is not your fault
She moved her little feet while her eyes were watching the passing scenery.
Her arms were keeping the little stuffed animal to her chest, the security belt strapped over her tiny chest and hip.
How long? ,
the little girl in the back of the car asked.
A few hours more, sweetheart. Do you need anything?,
the mother asked while here eyes are fixed on the street.
the little shook her head and kept on looking outside,
Just wanted to know..
Mommy? Where are we?,
the little girl wanted to know after a moment of silence.
I am not sure where exactly, but when you sleep it will not take that long to arrive at Daddy´s place, the mother answered, hoping to get the child to sleep.
I hope that Daddy has a lot of time to play with me!,
the child giggled cheerfully and hugged the stuffed animal close.
I am sure he has!,