When my daughter, Lily, was in 1st grade, her marvelous teacher brought an incubator and a dozen freshly laid chicken eggs to class so that her students could watch them hatch. The kids were thrilled when the chicks began pipping and popping out, and then turning fluffy under the light of the incubator. But my tender-hearted daughter began to cry when she realized that not all the eggs had hatched. She thought that the babies had died.
Thanks, Kari. It's lovely to hear from readers like you.
Annie, Your stories are so real! And relatable. Keep writing and we’ll keep reading! kari Breen