Sick Day

I'm at work. The phone rings. The caller ID tells me it's school calling.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mrs. Urbanski. This is the school nurse."

The upshot: my daughter Rose is sick, and won't I please come pick her up?

Absolutely. I finish up the task I was working on, say goodbye to my coworkers, and head out the door. It takes me longer than I expect to reach school; by the time I arrive, Rose is miserable.

See what happens next at Praying with Grace. . . .

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