A Simple Seven Egg Painting on a Plate Changed My Family Forever

month.

I opened my purse and counted the bills in my wallet. I had exactly twenty-four dollars and fifty cents.

I walked down to the small grocery store on Main Street, the cold wind rustling the dry oak leaves along the sidewalk. I needed milk, bread, and some soup.

At the register, the young girl scanned the items, her fingers moving quickly over the continue reading …