When I was a child, it seemed the favorite gift to give me was a doll. I am not a doll person, so they all eventually found their way into the attic. So, I never imagined one of the most cherished gifts I would ever receive would be a doll. I taught at-risk teenagers and they provided endless opportunities for patience. However, one of my students spent all her extra time sitting by my desk chatting, helping me correct papers, etc. I remember how difficult it must have been for such a gentle soul to live in a residential treatment facility. When her discharge date arrived, she hugged me goodbye and gave me a doll made especially for me. Thank you Wendiann for your gift of love.
Lovely. It’s sometimes amazing how beautiful memories can grow from barren soil.