Last week, Mom left me. She was gone for hours and hours. She gave me my special see-you-later-be-a-good-girl-no-cuckoo-behavior-cookie, and disappeared in her car.
She said the word, “School visit.” and “This will be fun.” and “No barking while I’m gone.”
Usually, Mom visits schools to talk about being an author…. and where to find ideas and how an idea becomes a story and how a story becomes a real, live book. But this one was different.
Since Mom’s book is about a blind boy in a sighted classroom, she was invited to speak about Disability Awareness and how important it is to accept differently-abled people in all situations. I stayed home and had some situations of my own…
Mom drove miles and miles. I cruised around the house checking the floor for crumbs.
Mom met some new people. I hung out with some new toys.
Mom talked to 400 kids and sold a bunch of books. I yelled at the mailman…
…and took a bunch of naps.
I never want to be left alone again.
Mom is going to another school visit next month. Gah!
Mom said, “I love school visits.”