After dropping Lael off at school, Seth – helmet and backpack on – is ready. He jumps on his scooter, as he does most days, and rolls down the driveway.
After chatting for a few moments, Seth zooms ahead, then waits at the street corner for me to catch up. I remind Seth to look all ways before crossing.
Seth again rolls ahead while my mind wanders to the issues of the day: wife home sick, early release day, technical problems at work, messages I need to send.
I hear metal slap against asphalt. I know even before I hear Seth wail that he’s crashed. I look up to find him crumpled on the street, his head and back pressing against the high, concrete curb.
After dropping Lael off at school, Seth – helmet and backpack on – is ready. He jumps on his scooter, as he does most days, and rolls down the driveway.
After chatting for a few moments, Seth zooms ahead, then waits at the street corner for me to catch up. I remind Seth to look all ways before crossing.
Seth again rolls ahead while my mind wanders to the issues of the day: wife home sick, early release day, technical problems at work, messages I need to send.
I hear metal slap against asphalt. I know even before I hear Seth wail that he’s crashed. I look up to find him crumpled on the street, his head and back pressing against the high, concrete curb.
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