At the end of the party,
Bibi put her presents in big shopping bags.
Then it was time for her to go.
"Maybe we shouldn't all go outside with Bibi,"
my dad said.
"It will be very sad outside."
"It's sad inside," I said.
"I want to go," I said.
So we all went.
My parents helped Bibi get a cab.
Then we hugged her
and she hugged us
and she climbed into the cab
and pulled the door shut
and turned toward us
and the cab drove off.
And now I know the worst thing in the world.
The worst thing in the world
is a cab
driving farther and farther away
with Bibi in the backseat
waving good-bye.
