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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
A remarkable true short story about faith, family and love.
My mom had sprinkled her fairy dust laughter over every fear and heartache I'd known and made certain I found magical reasons to celebrate every day. She was the sparkle in Christmas and the fresh, safe scent of home. Dad always said flowers grew taller toward her encouraging eyes, hoping to please her. Such a gift she'd been to me, to everyone, year after year. And here I was, helplessly unable to return anything in this moment when she needed me most.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
A remarkable true short story about faith, family and love.
My mom had sprinkled her fairy dust laughter over every fear and heartache I'd known and made certain I found magical reasons to celebrate every day. She was the sparkle in Christmas and the fresh, safe scent of home. Dad always said flowers grew taller toward her encouraging eyes, hoping to please her. Such a gift she'd been to me, to everyone, year after year. And here I was, helplessly unable to return anything in this moment when she needed me most.