The day was coming to an end. As usual, as the sky got darker outside, her oldest would be heard saying, “It’s getting dark out, isn’t is Mommy?” She was full of observations, bright and quick-witted like her father.
“Yes honey. The day is ending soon. It won’t be long until snack time and then bed time.”
“It’s getting dark out Mommy.”
“Yes, dear, it is.”
Being a mother of two girls wasn’t always what she had thought it would be.