It was approaching the end of the school year. Our calendar was swirling with activities. Field trips, field day, parties, 5th grade...

Let me paint a picture for you, there was a little girl, eight years old super aware of her surroundings, content, happy, an old soul....

That day was not my best of keeping my peace, not even close. On the way back to our new home (which was supposed to be our new safe...