The Moment of Suppression {Encore}

I am sitting in the rocking chair, swaying back and forth as I rock the baby to sleep. Muffled voices float out of the boys’ room as Daddy reads them a story about wild creatures that live far away.
I am sitting in the rocking chair, swaying back and forth as I rock the baby to sleep. Muffled voices float out of the boys’ room as Daddy reads them a story about wild creatures that live far away.