Just Our Luck

by Denise Williams

“You just fell down the stairs.” “And lived to tell the tale,”

Lol me

“Sometimes it feels like my whole life is a joke.” “Oh, honey,” Emi said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “Your sense of humor is mid, at best. There’s no way you’re a joke.”

“That might be too many donuts for a princess warrior—how would you carry them all and fight the bad guys?” The little girl nodded sagely. “Lady, I am the bad guy.” This girl was my hero.

“I didn’t know you were paying attention when I did those things,” I said. “I was.” He darted his eyes to me, lingering on my face for a moment before looking away. “I always pay attention to you.”