I fall to sleep on the way home from a fourth of July bash.
Mom tucks me into bed for the night. But a loud boom wakes me up. More booms follow. A loud pop, pop, pop.
I cry out and run to Mom. Mom picks me up and takes me to the window. I see only trees. But I hear more loud noise. And I cling to Mom.
“Yes,” Mom says. “Firecrackers are loud. But they are pretty.”
Fire cracker? I ask Mom.
“Let me show you,” Mom says. She turns on her ‘pooter and shows me what firecrackers look like.
“See,” Mom says. “Pretty.”
I watch blooms of fire light up the screen. Okay, I say.
But I still hold Mom close until the night sky is calm and I can fall to sleep in peace.
