My name is Mrs. Margaret, and I am currently in my early sixties. Since my husband died ten years ago, I have been living alone in a little Kansas town.
My biggest pride is my daughter, Helen. She is smart, elegant, and married to Daniel, a thoughtful and compassionate man. The news that Helen was expecting filled my heart with happiness. Every day, I prayed for a safe delivery.
In order to assist in caring for my granddaughter, I packed up my belongings and moved from the country to their suburban home close to Dallas when she eventually gave birth to Nora. During those initial, priceless months of Nora’s life, their small, humble home quickly became my home.
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