Toys
Mac wasn't quite sure what to expect when Sarah asked them to drop off the presents at the local shelter on the way to the airport to pick up Trish and Frank. Sarah had donated to the organization for years, and she said it was an excellent cause. It was a safe house for many kids in the neighborhood, whether they were orphans or just needed a place to stay out of trouble.
"Hi, I'm Amy," the friendly lady at the front desk greeted them. "Thanks so much for bringing these toys in. Would you like to help hand them out? The kids will love them."
As Amy had promised, the kids' eyes lit up at the sight of so many brightly colored packages. There were plenty of presents for all of them, and Mac felt her heart swell as the gifts disappeared in a whirlwind of chatter and excitement.
I think my biological clock is going off again, Mac thought. She had been hitting the snooze button awfully hard lately.
"Excuse me, ma'am?"
Mac looked down at the slight tug on her pants leg to see a young boy holding one of the presents.
"Can I have this one, please, ma'am?"
Mac was surprised by the little boy's politeness. "Of course, sweetheart," she said.
He eagerly ripped open the wrapping paper and held up the toy. "It's an airplane," he told her.
"Do you like airplanes?"
The little boy nodded. "When I grow up, I'm gonna fly airplanes!"
Mac grinned. "Well, then, I think there's someone you should meet."
