I'd been trying for a month straight to reach her but to no avail. I knew she was struggling but I was at a loss as to how to help. So I did what any good woman would do. I turned to food.
Hot out of the oven I chose only the most perfectly formed for a spot on the dainty apple green plate. As I pulled up to her home she was standing in her driveway, a darling little girl glued to her side. Big brown eyes, dark wavy curls and rosebud lips. This must be the granddaughter I hadn't yet met. The little girl's angelic face lit up as I leaned down and placed the plate in her chubby outstretched hands. "Are these for me?" she squealed.
"Absolutely. But you have to promise to share."
"Oh. I promise!"
And with that she ran across the street and into a neighboring house. A moment later her mother was standing on the porch waving, a huge smile spread across her grateful face.
Not the granddaughter.
4 comments:
That still counts as a visit and treats though, doesn't it?
Oh no! I am sure you made that neighbors day, regardless. Only you would be so kind.
A little "nice" goes a long way...
That is hysterical! I bet the sweet lady they were intended for got a kick out of it as well. You are amazing, Jodi.
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