What follows is a heart-warming little story (a true one) that I thought I'd share with you.
When she was four years old my daughter had a passion for drawing countless little girls in pretty dresses. Here is one wearing purple and she has hair to match.....wonderful!
One day a new little girl put in an appearance. She had been carefully drawn on the newly painted wall in the hall and the style was so distinctive the artist was immediately identifiable.
My daughter knew it was wrong to draw on house walls (especially newly painted ones) and so my initial reaction was to fetch some soapy water and remove the little lady. But I didn't and somehow she survived and continued to smile up at us every time we passed. She became known as 'the little wall girl'.
Two years later came the day when the family moved house. My daughter, of course, was most distraught at having to leave the little wall girl behind at the old house but short of removing a chunk of plaster with the little lady attached to it I could see no way for her to join us in our new home.
At last the day came when all our belongings were packed and were being stacked in the big removal van. Books were heaped in the hall waiting to go and the little wall girl was just able to peep over the top of the heaps.
Heavy boxes full of household essentials were next to go and the little wall girl watched as they were carried away whilst she stayed behind.
Finally she watched as the dolls and teddy bears left for their new home.
At long last the house was completely empty and the children were sitting in the car ready to go. I did a few last minute checks and hurriedly opened each drawer in the kitchen to check that nothing had been left behind. As I removed a small scrap of greaseproof paper from one of the drawers an idea suddenly came to me.
With a quickly found pencil I carefully traced the little wall girl onto the greaseproof paper.
And now it was at last time to leave. I closed the front door of our old house and joined the rest of the family in the car and we set off for our new home.
You can imagine my daughter's joy when I handed her the scrap of paper and she saw the smiling face of her much loved little wall girl.
And where is this little lady today you might wonder. I telephoned my daughter yesterday to ask if she remembered the little drawing. I needn't have asked. Not only does she remember it but she still has the original greaseproof paper image tucked away in her scrapbook of childhood memories. Needless to say daughter was happy to email me a pic of the original image and I've used it to tell this little tale...... I do love happy endings don't you?
Until next time,
Eli
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