As the clock ticked toward 6pm, Carmela heard the front door open, followed by the sound of little feet running down the hall.
She went to greet the kids, but when she reached out to help Noah with his backpack, he shook his head.
"I can do it myself!" he said proudly.
Carmela's heart sank a little, but she nodded, trying to smile. Just then, Sarah emerged from her room, a sleepy smile on her face.
Sarah looked at Carmela and said, "Hey, Carm, the little guy is growing up. He's getting so independent! But I know it's tough when they start to push you away. I'm here if you want to talk."
Carmela's heart sank even further, and a lump rose in her throat.
"It's not just that," she said. "I'm worried about something else." Sarah looked at her, concern evident on her face. "Tell me,"
