But as we passed by the street corner where we pass every day, something caught my eye: a woman was sitting there, knitting toys and scarves, which she was selling on the street.
Maisie also noticed her, but what really caught her attention was a knitted rabbit among the woman’s creations. Instantly she began pulling at my sleeve, begging me to take it. So we headed towards her “How much does the rabbit cost? ” I asked. The wife glanced at Maisie, then at me with a warm sweet smile. “For her? “she said softly, “”it’s a gift.””
” She handed the rabbit to Maisie, who hugged him tight and whispered, “Thank you.” We ended up chatting for a while, and I learned her name was Edna. Life had been hard for her – she had lost her home, but she radiated kindness. by the end of our conversation something inside me tilted. I’m surprised he offered to stay with us, at least for a while.
After all, I had recently lost my husband and the house feels emptier than ever. I needed someone, even just to help me bear the weight of all this. Edna hesitated at first, understandable.
