My mother says the rosary every day out in her yard. She has a chair tucked away by the barn where my dad once milked cows but later transformed it into a motorcycle shop. Olivia sat on her lap, curious about the dangling beads threaded through my mother’s fingers.
At the end of my mother's prayers, she wrapped the rosary around Olivia’s foot. Love and prayer. Joy and family. Hope for tomorrow.
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