Signs to be a stay-at-home mom
The first snowfall after earning my driver’s license, I begged my mom for permission to drive to my friend’s house. I promised I’d be careful, and my mom apprehensively handed over the keys.
As I made the right turn out of my neighborhood, I hit a patch of ice and began spinning. And spinning.
I was unable to get the car under control, as was the driver of the truck that was skidding straight for me. I hunkered down, braced for impact — shoulders pinched, jaw clenched, eyes squeezed tightly. But no smash came.
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