Touched Once Again

Yesterday, I took my girls to shop for fruit and vegetables, and at the end got touched, not by an angel, but by a human. I had paid for all my groceries, and had parked my cart by the bars right outside the market, and as usual asked the girls to stand by the cart while I take the bags to the car in two or three trips, since the bars don't allow us to take the carts to the car and I can't carry everything at once and hold the girls' hands at the same time. After I put the first load into the … [Read more...]


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