The doorbell rang and I jumped to my feet as a flash of pink tennis shoes sped by me in a race to the front door. Becca, my seven-year-old daughter, skidded up to the door, opened it, and found her best friend Crystal standing there.
The doorbell rang and I jumped to my feet as a flash of pink tennis shoes sped by me in a race to the front door. Becca, my seven-year-old daughter, skidded up to the door, opened it, and found her best friend Crystal standing there.