Hey, Sweetheart

The Meals on Wheels lady called out, “Hey, Sweetheart,” when she knocked on the door. Then she’d come on in without waiting because she knew how hard it was for me to open the door. She’d talk about the food she brought, the weather that day. She’d hold my hand and pat my back. She’d smile and make me smile. Then she was gone. But the food always tasted like sunshine after she left.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

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