A Little Werewolf
Of course, she took her to the pediatrician. With a humble laugh, he said, “She’s not a baby anymore. She’s your little werewolf!”
Melissa sat in silence as she read the comments in her car. “Mommy, mommy, look,” Hailey called behind her, pointing at a pink car.
“It’s pink!” Melissa smiled as her eyes grew wet. No mean comments about her or her daughter would ever remove her gratitude.
Disclaimer: To protect the privacy of those depicted, some names, locations, and identifying characteristics have been changed and are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblances to actual events, places, or persons, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.