Every Cloud Has a Silver Lining
I had an aunt who was an artist. She was so talented. She had a ceramic shop when I was growing up and my sister and I lived at her house as much as our house. We helped her with the molds and unloading the kiln. She could paint faces that looked like they were just about to talk. She and my uncle had a daughter after she had several miscarriages. My aunt was exposed to the measles when she was pregnant with Sarah and Sarah was born with a cleft palate and a hole in her heart and was mentally... Sign in to see full entry.