“What did you make?” Susan asked as she limped over to examine her son’s creation. “It’s a rocket, Mommy,” he replied. “So we can fly away to someplace else the next time Daddy gets mad.”...
“What did you make?” Susan asked as she limped over to examine her son’s creation. “It’s a rocket, Mommy,” he replied. “So we can fly away to someplace else the next time Daddy gets mad.”...