The Mirror.
I held Ingrid’s hand as we walked down the hallway to her room. Ingrid did not speak much, and when she did, her sentences were
I held Ingrid’s hand as we walked down the hallway to her room. Ingrid did not speak much, and when she did, her sentences were
“C’mon, pretty lady!” Ella motioned to Mildred. “Let’s go to lunch.” “That’s not me, I’m not a pretty lady,” Mildred shook her head, refusing to