Monday, March 15, 2010

The girl with the flag


I tried to get on that bus. I really did.

I heard some gruff voice saying I wasn’t “tall enough” or even “a real person”, but I really wanted to go. All those soldiers saying goodbye to families and friends and here I sit watching my big girl carry that flag out the door. It made my tummy hurt.

I miss her so much it makes me want to growl real loud and scare that bus driver so bad he’ll just turn around and bring her home.

I would have tried to bite him but I couldn’t climb up the big steps on my own.

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