My father never returned but, Mr. Balm did. He was just as sweet as Maddy and I don't think he ever got over the fact that his little girl was gone. We all grew old and I watched old faces leave and knew faces come. I always tell my son about the many adventures I went on with Maddy.
Every eighteenth of May, I place six jars of strawberry jam on Maddy's grave. I visit her often and one day, I'll take my son to see where she rests too. He has his Aunt Maddy's eyes.
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Strawberry Jam
Non-FictionGrowing up during the forties, Kate Anderson's life has been tough. She has always kept to herself. Until shes meets the Balms. An eccentric and interesting family. She decides that keeping to herslef might not always be that easy.
