I find Cameron sitting on the top step, so I join her placing the baby monitor beside me. “Have enough advice from the married women?" I tease.
“They mean well," she states. “I wanted a few minutes to chat with you."
I'm caught off guard. I have no idea why she wants to chat with me.
“First, you must promise not to be mad." Cameron looks sternly my way. When I nod, she continues. “Mom shared two of your stories with me, you are a gifted writer."
“Wait, what?" Her mom? Alma? She did what with my stories? In late-September I began going through my old notebooks full of young-adult stories. The urge to write again was strong, so I purchased ten new notebooks, and shared a couple of my previously written stories with Alma.
“You promised not to be mad." Cameron sternly reminds me. “Sh
