Sure, it's now Friday, but the story this prompted was about Cindy, the neighbor girl, my age, whom my mom cared for. When a slippery step caused me to fall on my 6 year old bottom, Cindy laughed. Never had I seen my mom defend me in public. Never had Cindy's bottom paid the consequences of her unchecked amusement over the misfortune of others. Later, mom found another job not caring for the neighbor's kids
Sure, it's now Friday, but the story this prompted was about Cindy, the neighbor girl, my age, whom my mom cared for. When a slippery step caused me to fall on my 6 year old bottom, Cindy laughed. Never had I seen my mom defend me in public. Never had Cindy's bottom paid the consequences of her unchecked amusement over the misfortune of others. Later, mom found another job not caring for the neighbor's kids
Looking forward to the story! ;-)
That's it. You just read the story. Amen.
Sharing a friend's memories expands our own storehouse of experience. Now I'll go find one of my own to add to your story Stone Soup.
Stone Soup is one of my favorite story metaphors. Maybe we'll change the title of this series to Stone Soup Mondays!