I yelled at the children to get into the car.Allie, 6, was taking her time, dragging her book bag.Jordan, 4, was whining for me to carry him.I had to yank Jax, 9, who had paused to write ballz on the dewy car with his index finger.My grandchildren are my world.But at 62, I can't believe I'm raising them alone.
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