It was time for the rain to move along somewhere else.
Leah rested her elbows on the sill of the big picture window and cupped
her face in her hands. Shifting about on the big red cushion, she stared
out through the misty pane. Sheets of water billowed along the street,
one following close behind the other like a parade.
Leah heard her mother humming in the kitchen preparing the evening
meal. The evening meal was special. Daddy left home for work early
each day, before anyone else was awake. The evening meal was when
they all came together for the first time each day as a family.
Mother hummed or sang often as she went about the house. Leah loved
to listen, and, staring out the window, she sang the words. Their voices
blended and finished the song together.
The sounds of pots and pans and mixers also meant that Daddy would
be arriving soon. When Daddy showed up, David would wake from his
afternoon nap, and then Daddy, David, and she would play, roll about on
the rug, and talk until it was time for her to help Mother set the table.
Meanwhile, Leah was restless.
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