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Mommy deerest

I was out running errands the other day, and had just gotten out of my car when she appeared—out of nowhere, not ten feet from where I stood.

I froze, not wanting to spook her. But she was utterly unconcerned about me. She stopped and turned, apparently waiting for something.

Or someone.

Then, without once looking back, she led her fawn right past me—I could have reached out and touched them—and on down the street, on some errands of her own.