Yesterday
when I came home, a box was sitting on my doorstep. And as with most people, I
get ecstatic when I get gifts, as I don’t get many. I won’t get into my sob
story about my parents, but let’s just say—nah...I’ll leave it to your
imagination, as we’ve all got bad stories. Anyway, when I get a gift or letter, it’s a well-welcoming shock.
This
box was from my best friend’s mother, a woman who I’d wished was my mother
growing up. We’ve been best friends since the third grade, so this woman has
known me most of my life.
If
you’ve read my bio at the end of my first novel, She Belongs to Me, or my blog post Why Do You Write, you’ll recognize this story and see why this is such a
special gift to me. The stories she is speaking of in this letter were a means
of an escape for me as a child.
Other
than a jewelry box my mother gave me when I was eight, this is the only other item
from my childhood. And what a special gift it is… As she wrote on the box, “Where
it all began…”
And here's what was in the box.
How cool is that?
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reading!
Carmen DeSousa
What a beautiful story and great inspiration! You almost made me cry!
ReplyDeleteSorry, Minnie, but you know that's what I do best. Make people cry before the 'happily ever after', that is...okay sometimes even then. LOL!
DeleteAnd I did shed a few tears... It was such an incredible gift to someone who has so little from their past. And as you know, the best gifts are the ones that money can't buy. Have a beautiful week, my friend.