It was time to take my son to school. It was very early in the morning and I'm walking around the house opening up the blinds but it doesn't seem to be letting in any light. The sky is very dark. I look outside and see that my husband has moved our car so that it's on the street, which is easier than backing out of the steep driveway.
I go outside and get in the car and realize a family friend is in the passenger seat, which reminds me I'm to drop him off at an appointment this morning. I'm worried that I don't have everything I need but I'm in a hurry so we leave. I drive a very short distance before I realize I've forgotten my son. I turn left into a small driveway to try to make a u-turn but it's too small so I have to back up and readjust. It takes a lot of pushing on the break to stop the car but it slowly stops, then I put it in drive and have to push on the gas pedal for all I'm worth in order to then make it go again.
I get back to the house and see my son on the front step, sobbing uncontrollably. I park my car in the neighbor's driveway and run out of the car to him and gather him in my arms and hold him and keep saying in his ear, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." Then I give him a key to the house and tell him to run in and change his shirt.
