Three days of Thanksgiving: Grace
Her words hung in the air, like fog, clouding my senses. I wasn’t sure if I heard her correctly. “What did you say?” I asked. Her voice was like maple syrup, drawing me in. Sweet, sincere, innocent, and loving. Honestly, at times, it made me sick. No one could be so humble, so perfect. But here she was, one of my best friends and confidants of all things sacred. The perfect side of my imperfectness. And I was good with that. She made me better. “I promised her I wouldn’t work with you anymore,” Red said. Her words came […]