Chapter Nine
Becca
I’d felt so much better after the walk to the park. Vi had been right to make me go out and Laurel had loved it, making friends and running around, her breakfast and sleep having given her a ton of energy. Maybe soon it would be time to consider a part-time nursery place for her. She was three in mid-September. I needed to look and see what was available. I knew my parents loved looking after her while I did my part-time job, but there was something to be gained from being able to hang around with kids her own age, and we only had one toddler group around here on a Monday that my mum and dad had taken her to. Now that would be me. I’d never really been one for groups and polite chit chat. The whole thing made me feel icky, so maybe a nursery placement would work better
