15 GLORY WALKER
October 18
We were late for Trent’s appointment with Doctor Mayson today. It took me almost five minutes to convince him to get in the truck, and then there was an entire battle just gettin’ him to buckle his seat belt. Lord knew he was gettin’ pretty big, and it was becomin’ harder and harder for me to control him; especially when he knew he was goin’ somewhere he didn’t wanna be. The only reason we made it to the appointment at all was because I bribed him with a trip to the ice cream shop afterward. That seemed to do the trick.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Walker, but we called Trenton’s name at 9:00. You weren’t here, so we took the next patient,” Norma, the receptionist, said as Trent and I approached the front desk. The heavy-set, tired woman took one look at my face and knew
