AlisonH
Thursday October 29th 2026, 8:26 pm
Filed under: Life
Filed under: Life
She had long red hair. She was the other guy’s substitute. I’ve never seen her before.
And there in our mailbox as she walked towards the neighbor’s box was the card from our eight-year-old grandson we’d been waiting for since Monday, too.
And the ballot. The beautiful, beautiful ballot.
I yelled, Thank you! and she called back over her shoulder, You’re welcome!
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