I remember Maura in the snow, singing her heart out, her small figure swaying in the falling flakes. It can't be the same girl, not after 25 years. It can't be.
I loved this story, and I've already shared and recounted it numerous times. What a tiny universe we live in!
Oh Kathryn, it's like you pulled this from my childhood. I fought for my life from my schizophrenic brother so many times. The other kids always kept their distance. I so appreciated seeing that character rebound with hope.
Thank you, Kelton! I'm so glad this little piece resonates with you.🌺