It shattered across the kitchen floor.
« Grandma! »
My eight-year-old granddaughter, Sophie, jumped backward.
Cream-colored yarn. A huge yellow sunflower and one brown petal.
« Grandma! »
« Take it off. »
Sophie blinked.
« What? »
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It shattered across the kitchen floor.
« Grandma! »
My eight-year-old granddaughter, Sophie, jumped backward.
Cream-colored yarn. A huge yellow sunflower and one brown petal.
« Grandma! »
« Take it off. »
Sophie blinked.
« What? »
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