the center of it with a ribbon in her hair.
Ellie appeared in the dining room archway on cue, bouncing on her toes, cheeks flushed with pride. “Hi, Grandma! Hi, Grandpa! Come see the table. I made the name cards myself!” She held one up as evidence, the purple glitter catching the overhead light.
My mother examined it. “Oh,” she said. “How… creative.continue reading …
