The passenger door closed with a shove and she walked toward the administrator with the clip board. Shoulders ever so slightly hunched. Picking at her cuticles. An ongoing running stitch, her and I. And today as I dropped her off at high school orientation it felt like a seam ripper cut that stitch right in two.
That is today. But somewhere between now and 2:25pm, I will re thread my needle, put this broken cloth back together again and continue our never ending running stitch.