Isabel
"Mom, are you working again?" Hazel's voice startled me out of my thoughts. She was standing at the edge of the couch, her stuffed giraffe clutched under one arm, a crumpled juice pouch held in the other.
I looked up from my laptop, blinking at her. "I'm not working, baby. Just. organizing some old files."
She scrunched her nose. "That sounds boring.
I laughed softly and closed the lid halfway. "It kind of is. Want me to stop and hang out?"
Hazel shook her head. "No, it's okay. I just wanted to tell you Mr. Floppy is thirsty." She held up the giraffe dramatically, tilting its head toward the juice pouch.
I grinned. "You better get him another drink, then. I think we're out of giraffe-sized juice."
She gasped in mock horror and ran off toward the kitchen. As her footsteps fade
