Sissy loves the new place. She adores the large backyard and the ability to go outside and run about, chasing any birds that land in back there. She loves listening to the cows on the other side of the fence moo and loves how the kids like to run about the yard with her as well.
What she doesn’t like is that it takes twenty minutes longer for the kids to come home from school. She starts crying for them (and it is crying though no tears gather in her eyes) about twenty minutes before school is even over for me niece. She continues to cry for each of them until all three of them are home. She stands on the couch and stares out the window until she can see them walking down the road.
“Doesn’t it just break your heart to listen to her.” My mother asks before she turns her attentions back to Sissy and tries to console her while the old dog waits for ‘her kids’ to come home.
Good thing it’s Friday. No school for the next two days.
I don’t know how to handle this look on her face because nothing Mom and I do makes any difference. We’re not the ones she wants and nothing we do has any effect on her right now.