You let off a sigh of relief as you see the hands that grab you are those of your mother's. Her kindly face gave you no feeling of threat, only comfort as she greeted you before taking you back to the mini van. She got in the drivers seat before putting you on the dashboard, and driving out of the school parking lot.
"How was school today honey?" She asked you
"You know, just normal." You replied.
"At least you didn't get stepped on."
"Mom, you know I don't like talking like that." You tell her.
"If we don't joke about your condition, then we'll never get over it. Besides, a bite sized son is pretty funny." You sigh as you wait on the dash before the car comes to a stop when
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