Yertle

I was bringing everything in from the car at my dad’s house and on my last trip after only being inside for about 30 seconds I came out to find Yertle in the middle of the driveway headed for my car. I must have passed her each time I went in, but never saw her.
My mom always loved turtles and I remember her always stopping the car to help one if she saw it in the road. She told me to never turn them around, just help them get where they want to go because they are going a certain direction for a reason and will only keep trying, which increases their chance of getting hit. It’s funny what triggers good memories.
I miss my mom.