Wings and a Prayer

I heard the front door to our apartment open and walked over to see my mom returning home from the laundromat. She had tears in her eyes.

- Sara Touzard

“Mom,” I said, “what’s wrong?”

“I’m so sorry, Sara, but I lost your butterfly necklace while doing the laundry. I found it in your jeans pocket before putting everything in the washer. I put it in my purse for safekeeping, but it must have fallen out as I was moving things around.”

She burst into tears. I rushed over to give her a hug.

“I have other necklaces, Mom,” I said. “Don’t worry.”