I gripped the thin cover closer to my face. My Feet poked out... I sighed as I went limp in defeat. I got up to check on our kids. Tyler was sound asleep, Daie was sucking her thumb, and Riley was in her usual odd position. I was restless. It's a little hard to sleep when you're wondering if your babies are warm. I went downstairs to get a glass of water. I felt guilt as the feeling of helplessness hovered around the thought of how it was a sacrifice to turn on the heat. I gave my last blanket to Tyler, as I was using the babies blanket. On my way to the fridge, my hand went over the cold counter top of fine granite. Funny how we live in a big house, but just barely scraping by when it comes to ends meet.
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The Gift of Giving Small
Non-FictionAs a mother with three kids, Sylvia is grateful that God has gifted her with the ability of being creative when it comes down to providing for her children. She speaks as if she's talking to her lovely husband, when he's not there to support them. A...
