It was plain to her ears. Was it audible or just a whisper? No matter, it was clear and amazing how the heart took to it. ' If you don't care, it won't hurt so much. ' See, there is was again.
All that hard work making chocolate chip cookies warm and gooy. The smell was so intoxicating. She wrapped them up in a new tin ready to make a delivery. Wrapping her coat around her and sliding on her mittens she was ready to make her walk in the frosty cool day to her good friend's home.
She knocked on the door and was greeted with a hello, come in. Handing over her treasured baked goodies, her friend just slid them on the table with out a thank you or remark. How weird was that? No, how rude and painful! She felt as slighted as if her friend had taken a bite to the cookie just to have spit out in distaste.
Yeah, better not to care so much in her pursuit of creativity and giving or is that giving into the lack of enjoying the small things of life?
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