On Mother’s Day, a Little Girl Knocked on My Door Holding My Son’s Backpack – She Said, ‘You Were Looking for This, Didn’t You? You Need to Know the Truth’

from an ugly unicorn mug with a chipped handle.

“He remembered that?” I whispered.

Sarah nodded. “I think he remembered everything.”

Under the yarn, I found a card.

Mom, it’s not done yet.

Don’t laugh. Sarah says the horn is the hardest part. Ms. Bell said there wasn’t enough time before Mother’s Day.

I love you more than cereal breakfast.

Love, Randy.

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