My eldest child was the same

…yed herself. It pleased her even more to think of the face of her son when he would see the stones. He collected stones, and she knew that receiving these polished gems would put a bright big smile on his face. With care, she picked out each stone that disappeared into the clear plastic bag.
Thirteen Years #60: The Rhodes Memorial & Collecting Minerals
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Nov 14, 2022
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My eldest child was the same
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