For The Love of Ash

2/20/2015

Happy Friday Everyone! How was your weeks? I've had a jam-packed week with fun new writing adventures, swag giveaways and some awesome connections. I just wanted to take a second to welcome all the new subscribers and blog followers and Facebook friends. I'm so thankful for you guys, you have no idea. And I couldn't be happier with the number of people who commented on my posts this week. I've never felt such love before and it's just too crazy to put into words. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

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Now, onto the teaser... Today I'm giving you a little background about Maggie and Asher. Don't forget to enter the giveaways below for a chance to win some awesome paperbacks from yours truly. Here's your teaser of Maggie and Asher's guidance counselor.

“I’ll just get right to the point since I know you’re a busy woman. From what you’ve told me, I don’t see there being any issues, but I just wanted to check in.” She folded her hands over each other on her light wood desk and leaned towards me. She had nice eyes—plain brown, but wide and curious. Her hair was a dirty blonde, styled in waves that fell to about her shoulders.

“I appreciate it,” I told her honestly, making solid eye contact. “He didn’t want to come today. But he seemed fine when I left him. I don’t think he needs any special help, but I just feel like as long as you know about our parents passing and the fact that I have custody of him, the more eyes the better in case something were to happen.”

“I think that’s very wise of you and proactive.”

“Thanks.” I blushed because it was rare that I heard words of encouragement and positivity about my situation. Most of the time it was my grandmother breathing down my neck, trying to steal Asher from me.

“I’ll stop by his classroom later today. I won’t say anything, just observe.”

“Thank you so much. I really do appreciate it. Like I said, he was fine over the summer, but his therapist suggested I take an extra step and notify you. He hasn’t exhibited any depression or anxiety since early May.” I paused and then remembered, “Other than the thumb sucking.”

“That’s very common though. Some children who haven’t even gone through the death of someone, let alone losing both parents, suck their thumbs. Like I said, I’ll keep an eye on your brother for you.” She stood from behind her desk, and I took that as my dismissal.

“Thanks for everything,” I told her as I took her hand in goodbye.

“He’s going to be okay.”

“I hope so.”