Angel Eyes: Jessie Pratt: Mainstream: Pages: 2
A night of honest loving. A beautiful gift. But where was he now?
"Why do I have blue eyes, Momma? Brothers
have brown and so do you."
Pain hit my heart like a thousand needles. I
I had practiced what I would say a thousand times
since her birth; from the womb I had rehearsed the tale.
Sometimes all isn't as it seems. We can reach out to others for a jillion compelling reasons. In this case, it took only one.