Was written rather recently. Actually, just a couple days ago. My Kait aspires to be a writer someday. She’s always got her nose in a book or a pen in her hand. It’s as much a part of who she is as baseball is a part of the boys.
I always smile when I read her stories. She doesn’t bring them all to me. Often she leaves them laying somewhere she knows I’ll find them. This story I found on top of the recipe I was going to make for dinner the other night. It’s short. It’s to the point. And I love everything about it.
“I love a girl. Her name is Rebekah. I call her Mom. The End.”
I absolutely LOVE it and as soon as I can get a frame, it’s going on the wall!