The little girl hurt. She thought she could hear her daddy's voice. She wanted to tell him about her pain, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't talk and tell him that her throat hurt. She opened her eyes, and saw the sheets of her bed and thought it strange that a hospital would have red sheets.
🎕 Happy Mother's Day, Momma. 🎕
© 13 March 2008, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder