Bridget cried for the leavers and the left. For the people, like herself, grimly forsaking what few precious gifts they would ever get. She cried for Bailey, for Tibby, for the resolute clump of cells making headway in her uterus, and for Marly, her poor, sad mother, who'd missed everything.
Ann BrasharesTags: mother left missed cried leavers precious-gifts uterus
TRUST that if they strayed from your path – they DO NOT belong there. Not everybody can go where you’re going.
Mandy HaleTags: life trust letting-go journey-in-life leavers your-life
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