Through cracked eyelid I watched my sister Eisha, pad across the room in her small clothes. She grabbed her woolen stockings, long sleeved heavy cotton shift and indigo blue pinafore from her chair and quickly headed to the fire, poking at the embers until they gave in to her ministrations and the small pieces of kindling stared to burn. I snuggled
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I was so glad the Dad in your story forgave the horse.
A somewhat similar drama plays out in my house as our rescued Pitt Bull has eaten 2 pairs of airpods, a lamp, a bike pedal, the list is endless.
She apparently has separation anxiety. It's a hassle. Every time, I'm a bit afraid my 18 year old daughter who Daisy sleeps with each night (re: my entry this week) will have had enough and not forgive her. We've had Daisy since Sept 27th.
I like how you developed your entry. I was on pins and needles, worrying with the characters about what would happen to the horse. I'm the oldest sister in my family but was/am constantly compared to the next youngest. Miriam is like Eisha in your story, everything I ought to be. So I really related to your Sarai character :)
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We're all vaxxed and I was just boosted so my case (for being the one with the most medical problems) wasn't too bad.
My hubs however who has Mltiple Sclerosis is having a really hard time. And my 18mos old grandson is still snuffly. But so far we're ok.
Thanks for popping in and reading. Peace~~~D
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