Chip Off The Old Block!
"I'm going to win! I'm going to win!" Emily raced alongside me in the rain, giggling and threatening to beat me to the entrance of the library. I was holding her backpack, my purse, the bag of library books, and her pink puppy. We were neck and neck in our fake race, and then her feet tangled up in their unstrapped shoes. Down she went, hitting her face on the concrete steps. The howl was immediate and terrible, and I knew what I would see before even dropping to my knees and looking. A mouthful of brilliant red blood. Shattered, jagged front teeth. A shaking little girl, in pain and scared. Oh my God. Oh my God. I juggled all of the things, including Emily, wiping blood from her face to the front of her jacket while digging through the backpack- no wait, my purse- looking for my phone, which would not turn on or work right, which did not contain the programmed number of the dentist, which did not have sufficient Wi-Fi ...