Isabel
"Mommy, can you color this with me?" Hazel's voice cut through the fog in my brain.
I lifted my gaze from a stack of unpaid medical bills scattered over the table. Hazel was standing there holding a coloring book, her favorite crayons clutched in one hand.
"Of course, baby girl." I forced a smile and pushed the papers aside. "What are we coloring today?"
She leaned herself into the chair beside me and flipped the book open to a page full of animals playing instruments. "This one, Mr. Floppy wants the giraffe to have a blue trumpet."
"A blue trumpet? Fancy for the giraffe," I said as I picked the blue crayon out.
Hazel giggled. "It is his favorite color, though. You are always saying that I may color with my favorite color, why can't he?
"You're absolutely right," I said, hunc
