I stumbled into the Goodwill, hoping to rescue my relationship with my daughter by finding something that might divert attention from my absence in her life. We hadn’t spoken or seen each other in over a year. A black lambswool coat I found reminded me of the little girl who loved dressing up.
On Christmas morning she cast a wary eye, opening the bag. Her eyes welled as she slipped into the coat. She ran into my arms.
“I can’t believe you knew what I really wanted!”
“More than you will ever know,” I whispered into her soft curls.
On Christmas morning she cast a wary eye, opening the bag. Her eyes welled as she slipped into the coat. She ran into my arms.
“I can’t believe you knew what I really wanted!”
“More than you will ever know,” I whispered into her soft curls.
