She turned back to the shelves, examining a beautiful ceramic angel, then moving on to a small music box. But nothing seemed to satisfy her.
Finally, she held up a delicate glass ornament painted with a snowy forest. “What about this?” she asked, turning it in her hands. “Do you like it?”
My heart softened as I looked at the tiny forest, reminding me of quiet winter evenings from my childhood.
“I love it. Especially ornaments with painted landscapes… they remind me of the holidays with my mom. We’d pick out one each year for the tree.”
Edie nodded thoughtfully. “Then let’s get two,” she said, holding out one to me. “One for you and one for Melody.”
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