Hello. My name is Robyn, and I hide in my car. That may be an exaggeration. I am not really hiding, but there is something peaceful about the car. My kids run into the house. The radio is still on, and I am...alone. For one moment, I am silent as a listen to music. I lay my head back and close my eyes. I become heavy into the seat. My body almost becomes liquid, and I melt. Golden. Then I hear a noise. The passenger door is opening, and it is either Thing One or Thing Two, "Are you okay, Mommy? I don't want you to be alone."
I have to smile at the irony. I laugh, kiss the top of the head being presented, and then a nugget of truth is revealed. I don't want to be alone either.