“Are you going to come out yet?” Iris asked with a frustrated grunt. She leaned against the wall by her son’s bedroom door with her arms folded across her chest.
It was early in the morning and she was already dressed with her hair and teeth brushed. She had fed breakfast to both her and her son and her car was even already started warming up from the chilly frost on the late October morning. They were all set to go. Well, except for Russell.
“Hello?” Iris said when there was no answer. She rolled her eyes when her seven-year-old son ignored her again. “Russ, I know where you are.”
She still remained in the doorway, but stared directly at Russell’s bed. He had crawled underneath the frame and was hiding.
“Can you come out from under there, please?” she asked again exasperated.
It was her…
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