The door was wide
open and that was the problem. No one
was paying attention and that was the second problem.
Amanda toddled to the
door, seeing a bright sun and hearing spring song birds. The brothers were playing a game with their
backs to the door. The birds, such
pretty birds.
She had learned how
to go down the step, holding onto the rough stucco and putting one socked foot
down. Then the other. The grass was green and warm. Each step was on soft freshness, so
lovely.
Bright yellow
dandelions lay in her path. Two year olds
don’t have far to bend over and Amanda plucked one. She touched the golden petals, tasted them,
and then dropped the flower.
Minutes passed. Amanda toddled across the grassy yard, pajama
legs dragging the grass. More yellow
flowers. More grass.
The sidewalk was next and then the road with all the cars passing by the house. Amanda reached the curb. Just step down which she knew how to do.
What happens next?
