by Jennifer Della'Zanna
Just one more hill and I would be home. As I topped the rise, the county sheriff's car filled my vision, parked in my driveway. My 14-year-old was babysitting his sister for the first time. What happened?
I pulled onto the grass, jumped out of the car, and sprinted toward the house. The door opened as I approached.
"Mom! You have to see this!" John pulled me into the kitchen. The sheriff and his deputy parted to reveal my five-year-old daughter kneeling on a chair, huddled over something on the table.
"What is it? What's wrong?"
Her pink hooded sweatshirt covered something that moved.
She flashed a bright smile. "I was just telling the unicorn not to be afraid. He gets scared when anybody comes close."
I glanced at Roger, the town sheriff, whose daughter went to kindergarten with mine. He looked amused, for which I was grateful.
"Unicorn?" As I approached, a little pink nose peeked out from beneath the sweatshirt. I lifted the hood and, sure enough, a tiny horn poked from the white forehead of a small animal. The baby buried its nose under my daughter's arm. In the living room, Brooke had strewn craft items across her play table.
"Where did you find the unicorn, honey?"