| Source: Children Come First http://www.childrencomefirst.com/bigmelt.shtml Contests It was a dark and stormy night, which meant my costume was dribbling green paint down my white tights and into my new shoes. "No, no. Not that house. Aren't you done? You have enough candy. I'm wet. I'm tired. Don't you care that my feet are tired?" "Come ON Mom! You promised you'd take me." he tugged me toward the house. "I can't." The sound of the rain disintegrating my cardboard m&m costume drowned out my voice. The house belonged to Cora Nigel, PTA president. Ultra put together. Society lady--never had green paint drip down her legs in her life. Cora Nigel. She would laugh at me. Worse! She'd make everyone else laugh at me. I looked down at my little boy and tried to come up with a reason not to go to that house. "Come ON." He looked up at me. "You promised we could go to every house." "Yes," I said slowly. I squeezed his hand and we walked to the tidy front porch. Promises were important. Cora, was not.
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