Storm
“Be careful!” I shouted at Lulu as she climbed up the tree to hang in our picture in a cardboard frame on the branch. I insisted to just do it but she was a stubborn six-year-old. She did not want to be stopped. The tree was not huge or tall but we could sit on the branch that was lowering down to the ground.
“I won’t fall.” She assured me and I sighed in relief when she was finally able to sit in the branch. She was wearing a white summer dress. It was still spring but we decided to spend our summer vacation at a field somewhere in NYC where you could have a picnic with your friends or family.
Speaking of our families, they were setting up everything for lunch. Our fathers were still grilling some steak and our mothers were setting up the food on the blanket. My pregnant moth
