Wednesday, November 10, 2010


I watched as she raced to the little potted plants and began picking them up. "No," I started to call out when an older woman stopped me.

"Oh, she's so sweet. Quite the little helper." She smiled, waiting for a response to the compliment.

Glancing back to my daughter, I watched as two of the plants toppled over, dirt covering the concrete and broken leaves dangling from the slender stems. "Helping or hindering, who's to say?" I finally replied.

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