OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES

The Writers Desk

My youngest granddaughter (the one with the red hair in the photo) came bounding into my room to say hello. She is four years old and full of energy, and I mean full to the brim but she has a heart of gold and a smile that lights up the world. I had been having a tough day up to that point.

“Hi Nonni, I came to see you!” as she jumped up on my lap and gave me a kiss and a big hug. After she hugged and kissed me she looked at me and her little hand went immediately to my hair, which is red like hers. Of course, Maddie was born with that beautiful red hair, mine has been the same color red for over fifty years, but comes from a bottle. However, she doesn’t know that and proudly states that; “me and nonni have the same…

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