The electricity in the room was due to the charm of the little man in the cradle. He was a gift they did not expect, but he forced the grief of months past to leave and become a hazy thought. The grandmother took her head scarf which had a list of chants and prayers printed on it; shaped around her neck and swaying, looking to the sky and knowing some secrets of life were revealed this day. Her mysterious cat rubbed on the grandmother’s legs and softly growled. The entire day and evening seemed a dream to her daughter, who always thought she would be denied a healthy baby.
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This was a tough combination of words😉
The Bag Lady 
Excellent take on them Cheryl.
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