
The Gift

”Where are you going?” I asked as she walked by me.
”I think I need to bring something,” she said to me, ” like a present, a gift for Natalia. Is there a mall around here?”

”I wouldn’t worry about it,” I said, snapping a photo of her,” you ARE the gift.”
”But she designed my dress and I think it’s soooo beautiful!” she said,” don’t you think?”
”Yes, I do, ” I paused, ” in fact, I would say, she already has a gift. Designing dresses at age 4 is definitely a gift. ”

We both looked at the drawing and compared the details on the drawing with her dress. “So, what do I bring her? ” she persisted.
“How about you bring her your smiling self, maybe unlimited hugs and attention? ” I suggested, ” I think she would really appreciate that.”
”Oh yeah, I can do that!” she said.

****UPDATE*****
Natalia has her doll! Please go here to see the rest of the story.