Lenna steadfastly ignored the open mouths and hostile stares of Frank’s family. They had always hated Mikey and were more concerned about appearances than their son’s last wishes. Holding Mikey’s hand, she made her way slowly down the aisle. Mikey, in his little suit, made as stately a march as he could. When they reached the coffin, Lenna’s eyes brimmed with tears. Mikey, physically incapable of producing tears, scrunched his face up, emitting a plaintive wail, before climbing into Lenna’s arms and burying his face in her neck.
I loved this story. I have so much passion for animals, then it brought up Jane Goodall for me, someone I respect so much. And had always wished I'd had a path like she did. But we all have our own paths. Hers shines so brightly. Thanks for bringing that thought to me this grim morning.
Oh, Mikey! How sad for him, what a heartwarming story of Love. Yay, Lenna.
I loved this story. I have so much passion for animals, then it brought up Jane Goodall for me, someone I respect so much. And had always wished I'd had a path like she did. But we all have our own paths. Hers shines so brightly. Thanks for bringing that thought to me this grim morning.