Girly Girl was late leaving the house today — seven minutes late — so I opened my Friend Finder app to make sure she caught her bus.
Sure enough, there she was, right at our front door, headed out.
But twelve minutes later, she was still there.
Of course, the most logical explanation was that, for whatever reason, the Friend Finder wasn’t updating. The second most logical was that she dropped her phone right outside the front door.
But I have a writer’s brain. Logical just isn’t where I go.
I pictured her limp, bleeding body tossed into the bushes. I had to fight the urge to go check.
Finally I texted her. “Did you make your bus?” I asked, hoping my desperation wouldn’t show.
She answered immediately. “Yes I did.”
You can see the exchange in the image.
How much more responsible — and age appropriate — could she be?
You’d never know from that text exchange that my daughter has Down syndrome. I mean, sure, she didn’t use punctuation, but that’s totally typical of teenagers, right?
Only difference is … a typical 18-year-old might have snarled at me instead of answering sweetly and promptly.