She sat in front of the window, the whole day, all day, everyday. After school she'll throw her bags on the floor and jump on the windowsill. Watching, with careful mocha brown eyes. Her blonde, frizy hair pinned back with bobby pins. Her mouth always up in a goofy smile. So when a police car, ambulance, or fire truck would go by she'd wave. Hoping. The day they passed by was the day when she gave up.
11/25/16