
Evie spied the flat package on the front porch after playing Chinese jump rope in the backyard, “I have to go now,” she told Sarah, who was her age of nine.
Addressed to her, she skipped to her blue bedroom, carrying the scent of summer on her bare feet from the fresh cut grass.
Tearing the coarse paper carelessly, she uncovered the crocheted short-shorts and a cropped top, a treasure of an outfit interlaced with pink, jade and white fibers.
Carefully made by the hands of a woman who had nothing but time, she unfastened the three buttons of her sundress allowing it to slide to her feet and replaced it with the cheery ensemble.
Stealing one last look in the box, she grabbed the ignored note that was composed on official stationary, displaying the prisons logo at the top and she read it out loud; Dear Evie, My friend made this for you, I knew you would love it…Mom.
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