The air was cold
I felt a breeze on my neck as I stood outside
Watching
Waiting
Trucks drove in and out of my driveway
People talked as they picked up boxes
Then placed them down
And then drove off
I felt a tear run down my cheek
But it froze before it hit the ground
I wanted to puke
Or sob
Or throw a tantrum as if I was a toddler
Because in this moment, I felt like one.
The toddler that had gr...