If Wishes Were Horses
In the quiet solitude of her room, Martha kept a hidden drawer. It was filled with baby booties, soft blankets, and tiny outfits. Each item was purchased with hope and yearning. She would often hold them close, imagining the warmth of her grandchild. Every evening, she’d gaze at the stars, sending silent wishes and prayers, hoping for a chance to bridge the growing distance. Martha longed to hold her gandchild. She had lots of stuff for the baby but was not sure she would ever get the experience of by a beloved granny.