Connections

Some connections are not meant to be.

Pam Saraga
Rainbow Salad

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Photo by Mel Elías on Unsplash

The package was larger than she had expected. Its torn brown wrapper looked old and scruffy. With a quick look over her shoulder she checked to see if her husband, Logan had noticed the mail truck. She shouldn’t feel so secretive about this package but the thought of someone else seeing its contents made her very protective. A girl has to have some secrets, she said to herself. Logan wouldn’t understand. He wasn’t adopted. He had a big wonderful family who were always around. She even called his mother, Teresa, Mom but it wasn’t like they were her own people.

Lilly had been raised in an orphanage in Mexico. She had inquired about her family for as long as she could remember but no one seemed to know anything. The sisters at The Sacred Heart Convent were not unkind, it was just the system. All records were sealed, and the church knew how to keep secrets. And then when she thought all the enquiries had been ignored, a handwritten letter came. The letter was from Sister Margaret an old nun who had cared for her at the Sacred Heart Convent School. It said that her mother had left a box for her to be opened upon Sister Margaret’s death. Why the delay, no one said?

The post from Mexico was horribly slow and Lilly had been waiting for three weeks. She quickly turned around the corner of the house and headed straight…

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Pam Saraga
Rainbow Salad

Old enough to see the issue & young enough to try and fix the problem.