Ever get that sinking feeling that you forgot something or someone? I have. It’s awful. Panic. Panic. Panic.
When I was 5 years old, I got left at a restaurant. No kidding. Talk about Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. When my parents unloaded the station wagon of what should have been SIX girls, they realized they were one short. I am the shortest sister out of all my sisters too . . . so, that’s doubly rude.
Anyway. Just be mindful. It saves a lot of heartache, panic attacks, and short daughters.