My Sunday mornings are the time in the week when I allow myself to melt with joy while reading these. Sure, I've read them as I'm making this post.. but reading it on Sunday morning makes it special.
Soon after mother died, father bought a string of resort cottages on Sunset Lake. In this romantic setting, to which each vacation season brought new crop of attractive young men; I should have found the love for which my heart secretly hungered! Instead I found myself packed with bitterness, resending the fate that had made my older twin sisters lovely and popular and left me to play the role of an awkward ugly duckling.
One of my favourite stories indeed is: an ugly duckling one.
Have a wonderful week, my darling friends.
♥♥ Pinky Honey