I’m 6 years old. I’m at Fisher Fazios with my mom. It’s where we get food and stuff. Someday it will be a library, though.  I get to be in the front of the grocery cart close to my mom. I feel safe like a baby. I’m holding onto the red plastic bar around the front of the silver cart looking down at my long legs swinging, and feet dangling too low in my saddle shoes. Mommy said I’m too big for this but then she let me sit here anyway today. She’s talking to the grocery lady who […]