Neighborly Thing
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Sinda’s eyebrows furrowed. “How did you manage to see my programs and not show yourself?”
Her mother dropped her gaze to the floor. “I wore a wig and dark glasses. Nobody recognized me, not even your father.” She shook her head slowly. “I never stopped loving you or praying for you, Sinda. Please believe me, I had your best interest at heart.”
Sinda was tempted to tell her mother that living with an abusive father could not have been the best thing for her, but she realized with regret that her mother had no idea Dad had mistreated her—no one else ever had. It doesn’t matter now, Sinda mused. I have Mother back again, and I’m thankful to God for that. Through a sheen of tears, she smiled at Glen. “You’re remarkable, and I love you so much.”
He bent his head and kissed her so tenderly she thought she would drown in his love. “I wanted to give you a combined birthday and wedding present—something you would never forget.” Then, taking Sinda’s hand in his left hand, and her mother’s hand in his right hand, he announced, “I thought it was the neighborly thing to do.”
About the Author
WANDA E. BRUNSTETTER lives in Central Washington with her husband who is a pastor. She has two grown children and six grandchildren. Her hobbies include doll repairing, sewing, ventriloquism, stamping, reading, and gardening. Wanda and her husband have a puppet ministry, which they often share at other churches, Bible camps, and Bible schools. Wanda invites you to visit her website: http://hometown.aol.com/Wbrunstetter/index.html
Dedication
In loving memory of my father,
William E. Cumby,
who helped me with the legalities of
opening my first doll hospital.
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