Holding my baby brother for the first time, September 1942
There are so many fondest memories that I've accumulated thru the years; but going back to when I was so young, there's one that I remember most of all. I was an only child till age of three, but then a gift, my baby brother came. Our front door opened, there he was so small, and magically they placed him in my arms. I still remember this as such a thrill... just like my dolly, but so very real, with softest cheeks, a tiny rosebud mouth and cutest booties on his tiny feet. So many years have passed, but that strong bond remains intact now in our winter years. Yet that sweet vision when at first we met, still fills my heart with warmth until this day. Sandra M. Haight ~3rd Place~ Contest: My Fondest Memory Sponsor: Frank Herrera Judged: 12/14/2016
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