by Lini R. Grol « View this author's BIO
But Miriam, while she waited played a game hopscotch by herself. She was unconcerned with the old and the poor in the streets who cried a blessing and held out their hands for alms. She had no time for them, but admired her mother and sister for their patience. She couldn't understand what it meant to be poor and suffering and had no wish to try.
When finally they were on their way again she burst out: "Oh mother how can you be so patient with these people who always whine and complain."
"But Miriam, their troubles are with them all the time. They have nothing to hope for and that's what makes them so pitiful. They see no future."
"Oh but they must have some good times, I often see them laugh," Miriam protested.
"Thank heaven, yes." Her mother agreed with a little smile: "And why not? Even the poor are entitled to laughter in between their tears and sorrows. But if they complain to me it is because they want to communicate, they want me to share their sorrow for a moment."
Three delightful short stories reflecting the spirit of the Christmas season illustrated by the author's own scissor craft.