Things I Love
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Growing Hope
I walk down the hallway of our new home. Morning light streams through the windows. I look out to our patio and see the pink hibiscus laden with blossoms. The hibiscus takes me to my mom. I wonder, “When are Mom and Dad coming to see our house?” I wondered for a few steps, like I really thought about it. This may not seem out of the ordinary unless you know that my mom has been gone almost 15 years and my dad has been gone 2 years. Then I remembered and felt a tinge of grief. My mom loved flowers, roses in particular. She planted rose bushes at every…