Six. Story of 1
We have a new set of puppies. So excited, to get off the bus. Puppies jumping, licking, running. Their brown, white, tan fluffy puppies. Running towards the building, where the puppies are safe, warm cuddled under their mother. Not a care in the world, as the wind blows through my baby fine red hair. Push the building door open, run to the balls of fur. Petting, hugging them; I hear the building door open. I turn, it is him again. I become sweaty, kind of shaky. Not today. Mom's at work, dad's at work. Not but one door to leave this building! One door, the door he is standing in! SIX!