My pray is that you all understand and take this to your heart.
I had shared this story with a fellow blogger and realized most of you haven’t seen this story. Originally written December 2016. This is the first time I wrote a children’s story and it is very precious to me. I hope it speaks to you.
Lights blinked casting their glows along the wall. Annabelle smiled. She believed the glow from the lights were created from a kind of special paint. A special paint created only during Christmas.
To Annabelle, Christmas was more than a holiday. Christmas was magical. Christmas alone was Annabelle’s gift. And this gift was the one Annabelle cherished the most.
Warmth surrounded her. Her mother and father sharing her happiness. Wrapped within the security of her family, Annabelle had no fears of the world. Looking at the Christmas tree, while her family decorated around her, she could not be happier.
Until a few years passed. Annabelle reached…
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Comments on: "The Christmas Branches | Flash Fiction (For Annabelle)" (2)
Your story is touching. Beautifully written!
She come up with some good stuff often.