Artemisia

“This one!” Ramona squeals, but my mother peeks at it, scrunching up her nose.

“Isn’t she supposed to walk through a forest? With that gown, she would just drag along the ground.”

Ramona groans while I giggle. “You surely know how to take the magic out of things, Lulu.”

My mother gasps theatrically, hitting her with the kitchen towel she's holding before she scurries back into the kitchen.

It's definitely good to be home.

But it has been exhausting as well.

My ...