I am grateful for the little girl at a rest stop who gave me a "wish flower" today as a thank you for letting her pet Sophie. She was about eight, and the flower was one of those that you can blow on and the pieces go everywhere in the wind.
After another fight with my dad, that's the moment that I'm trying to focus on. In my search for gratitude and happiness today, she has been what has stuck in my head.
I'll never see her again, but I thank her.
I'm keeping my wish a secret.
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What a sweet story. :) Thinking of you.
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