Year-crossing

Here we go.
Hold my hand, let's go ahead.
We know we cannot go back.

My heart still lurches when I wait for the speeding cars to stop at the crosswalk with my kids, even now, when they are old enough to remember.  I reach down, hold their hands, and tell them. "I do not trust the drivers. Look the driver in the eye, and wait for them to stop."


Let's cross now.



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