" Hi Annie, how are you doing today?" Annabelle hated how her mothers co-workers always talked to her like she was a baby, she was six years old for goodness sakes, she was not a baby anymore.
" Good" Annie was a little shy so she said it quietly while hiding behind her mothers leg.
" Well that's great" the smiley co-worker said. Annie tugged on her mothers dress, she just wanted to get into her mothers office and away from all these people. Her mother understood the tiny tug and proceeded into her office.
Annie went directly to her usual place right next to her mommy behind the desk. She always felt important there, like she was superior to everyone who walked in.
" Emma!" Annie knew that was mommy's boss and that her mommy had to do everything he told her to do.
" Emma, could you get to work on the elementary school story please?"
" Sure Mr. Conrad, I'll get right on it." Annie's mommy worked for a big important news paper and she got to write the stories that always show up on the top of the stack of news. Emma got right to work on the story and Annie watched her mothers hands fly across the keyboard.
" Mommy?"
" Yes sweetheart"
" What's that about?" Annie always loved to hear the stories her mommy was working on, but she couldn't read that well so she always had to ask.
" Well it's about a man who work at the elementary school who is really smart, so he decided to build rockets with his class, but he made them fly super high and one started a house on fire.
" Wow! That's really scary, he launched a rocket and it made a fire?"
" That's right"
" How?" Annie always asked a million questions about whatever she saw.
" I don't really know, maybe it landed in some bushes or something, but I do know that when I launched rockets when I was in school they didn't go very high"
" You got to launch a rocket mommy?"
" Well just a little plastic one, but it was fun, you'll probably get to launch one too in high school"
" Really, wow I can't wait!"
" Mommy, what were you like as a kid?"
The question caught Emma off guard, she stopped typing and had to think for a minute. She hadn't really thought about her childhood for years.