charlie-simmons·:
Charlie never thought she could be as tired as she had been lately. How could someone be this exhausted? The kids showed no sign of calming down, so she figured going out to a park was the best thing right now. Tossing all the things she needed into a bag, and double checking to make sure she had both the kids (sheâd left poor Abigail at home once, but only once and for five minutes only) and ran out the door. Dylan thankfully was old enough to play on a playground by himself for the most part, but Abby still needed some supervision. Charlie sat on a swing, and, holding Abby, started swinging. She looked to her left, and spoke to the person closest to her. âI really hate these things, but she,â She gestured to Abby. âLoves them. So, really, what else is there to do?âÂ
âSeems like youâre stuck swinging,â Ash agreed with a soft laugh, dragging her feet through the woodchips as she swung back and forth slowly, âIâve always loved them myself, though Iâm sure hanging out here alone isnât doing me many favors. MyâMy kids are a bit too old to come here.â She couldnât help but stumble over the wordsâit still seemed odd to consider any of them as her children, even though three of them legally were. Legal adoption papers and everything. Shaking the train of thought from her mind, she glanced back over at the woman and the little girl beside her, âSheâs beautiful. I can see how it would be hard to say ânoâ.â












