33 Elpis Revolutions Later ... “Grandma! Grandma!” cried little Sydney as she scampered across the grassy lawn in her bare feet toward the white-haired woman sitting on the bench by the fish pond. The woman turned her clear green eyes on the child who carried a bedraggled assortment of red, purple, and yellow flowers in her small hands — flowers she recognized from her own flower beds.
I loved the story! Now I need the sequel!
Thanks for taking the time to read and for all your encouragement!
Thank you, Katie! Many things in the scenarios and characters you wrote about gave me pause to think about some of my choices and familiar leanings.