Waiting

Waiting for my children to come home from school. Looking out through a beautiful window, inside a warm house.

They will come home the same way as yesterday and the day before,etc. First S-boy, with his head hanging low and looking tired til he hugs me, then M-boy will run straight to me to give me a hug, and lastly A-girl will come, taking as long as she can to come inside. Once inside she will have to deal with my wrath at finding out that yet again she did not eat her lunch.