I recognised my sister Alison’s handwriting on the envelope. Puzzled, I opened it - to find a plain sheet of paper.
Not a word.
After that dreadful quarrel five years ago over Mother’s locket, Alison had stormed out.
‘I’ll never speak to you again!’
And she hadn’t. Far too proud.
I looked down at the blank sheet of paper and realised that she couldn’t bring herself to write to me. Still too proud.
But this was a cry for help. Someone had to relent. It was time to forgive.
I picked up the phone and dialled her number.
Janice Robinson
A very nice story. A dear sister could make so much out of even a blank page sent by the other!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed going through it. Thank you Janice Robinson for sharing this story. God bless and best wishes.