PART 2 I didn’t have time to think. I did the only thing I knew would work. When Daisy was little, we used to play Red Light, Green Light in the backyard every night. She never broke the rule. Not once. It was her favorite game in the world.

seven-year-old

could hold.

She listened very quietly.

The next morning, I found a new note in my sock drawer.

Yellow paper. Crayon.

“Dear Mama Robin. No more secrets. Red light means I love you. Love, Daisy.”

It’s framed in my office now. Right above my desk.

THE END.

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Check your kids’ pockets. Check their backpacks. And teach them this: a grown-up who asks you to keep a secret from your parent is never your friend.

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