“What do you think, darling? Am I a good writer?”

My niece giggled as she finished reading my story and looked at me playfully.


I smiled watching her sifting through her sparse vocabulary.


My eyes twinkled as I guessed the word. My heart pumped butterflies throughout my body.




Words of contempt, even when uttered by a tittering child sting, but the innocent laughter is a balm that heals the wound almost instantly.  🙃


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