“Tell me again, Grandma,” the child burrowed into the bedclothes.
“You heard it a million times,” she ruffled the girl’s curls.
“But it’s my favorite story, Grandma!”
The woman smiled. Begging was part of the ritual. Their dance of love. She made herself comfortable and felt the small torso snuggle closer.
“Remind me again how it starts?…” she teased.
“Grandma!”
“Silly me. Of course I remember… So, there you were, born early and a little wrinkled.”
“A lot wrinkled!”
“Yes, a lot. And with a howling mouth ajar like a hatchling calling for a juicy worm …”
“Eeew …”
“And we didn’t know what to call you …”
“Till you saw my hair …”
“Which was as rusty as a robin’s bib.”
“And …” the child wriggled with anticipation.
“And it is clearly the right name, because a robin has been nesting in the tree outside your window ever since!”
For Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Na'ama Yehuda 
You always manage to weave the most endearing stories, my friend. Love this!
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Yay! So glad you liked! 😁❤️
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A story full of love and joy
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So happy! Love robins, too!
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😍🥰
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Fantastic and sweet and beautiful. And it made me smile.
May I wish you peace, love and contentment at this festive season and in the year ahead 🙂
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🙂 So glad you liked it! 🙂 Such a sweet photo, too!
Wishing you a happy and healthy holiday season and new year!!
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And to you Peace, Love & Contentment
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🙂 you too!
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🙂
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