Helen LUsk

I Forgive Me

I Forgive Me It was just a week after we had spent Thanksgiving dinner at my Mother’s home. We all enjoyed each other’s company and stories as we leisurely sat around the table after eating. Sam and I had been arguing a bit before arriving and suddenly changing moods so no one would be able to detect anything was wrong between us. Our three daughters sat silently in the car but somehow came to life when they felt the safety in their Grandparents welcoming arms.