Driving home from work, Mandy enjoyed the blue sky and cool air flowing into her car. It was welcome. Her office building was too warm and stuffy being the late fall. Also, the prolonged bouts of clouds and rain the past couple of weeks made her yearn for the sun. Turning the final corner to her house, she found her youngest son playing by the street drain once again. He was laying on his back on the curb, looking up toward the sky, and talking.
At first, anger sparked within her, then it drained into a pit of weariness. She told Wade numerous times that a nine year old boy had no business playing around a filthy storm drain. Yet, here he was doing it again. She sighed as she slowed down to a stop and rolled down her driver side window.