





It’s 4:15PM and I’m desperately attempting to exit the city to make a Zumba class at 5:30. I am parched beyond parched, but still avoiding
I long for them To frolic freely without a worry To come home at night without school work I long for them to play in

I’m at the edge of my seat, clutching my phone because I can’t think of anything else to clutch. Between breaths, I glance at my