Sometimes he looks at her and doesn’t know what he’s seeing. This woman that is his only family. She is as alien to him as the moon, and seemingly just as distant.

Except sometimes she gave him an extra biscuit at dinner. Or she would lay her hand on his shoulder, and her touch would be gentle instead of the weighty claw he would have expected. She washed his clothes and fed him three times a day.

He didn’t understand her. This woman that was supposed to be his family. This stranger that had a slight resemblance to his mother.

He didn’t know her. But he wanted to.

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I’ve added a coloring book to my itch io account => https://harperkingsley.itch.io/coloring-harperwck <= if anyone’s interested in some coloring fun ^_^

The regular suggested price is $3.00 US, but until 12:00 a.m. PST Tuesday, August 18, 2020, you can download a FREE copy => HERE <= using a top-secret itch io download key. Shhhh.

If you grab a copy, I would be grateful if you let me know if there are any problems. I don’t have a printer ;_; but my images look crisp and clear on my Surface screen.

Thanks in advance.

Have fun coloring.

Pax,
~HarperWCK

I make wishes on the stars all the time. It doesn't seem like a waste to me. Because in the forming of a wish--an idea--a concept of what can be is created. And until a wish is formulated, it's nothing but stardust and fantasy.