Grace is talking a mile a minute along with about a dozen other excited children. Several of the mothers and nannies of the pack had organized an outing to go to a carnival that had set up at the park.
The children were overjoyed and bursting with energy as we all gathered into the parking lot. Some of the mothers were friendly, but others were giving me snide glances. They definitely didn’t like me and were not afraid to show it.
“Ignore them.” Claudia’s mother says, shooting a glare at two of the mothers whispering together and making no secret about who they were discussing. “They’re just bored and looking for anything to gossip about. No matter how petty.”
I’m grateful for her words and the way she stays with me as we follow the children inside, keeping a close eye on them in ca
