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This was the trouble of traveling with a young child. Magdalena sighed as she frantically rapped on Carly’s door. She’d taken Cara to Los Angeles for a girls’ day. As always, Magdalena had asked countless times before beginning the trip back home, but despite her pressing, the child had insisted -- insisted -- that the bathroom wasn’t a necessary trip. She should’ve known better, Magdalena berated herself. This always happened. Now she was left standing outside of someone else’s home because her daughter couldn’t wait the few more minutes until they were back in their own house.
“I’m so sorry,” Magdalena apologized profusely when the door opened. “Cara’s got an emergency.” She stopped short when she realized that the woman standing behind the door wasn’t Carleigha. “Sorry,” she began again. “I thought Carly would be home. My kid has a bathroom emergency, but of course she couldn’t wait until we got home. Do you mind?”