My Special Finger

Last Christmas Bill came to Grandpa John’s (Bill’s brother’s) house and he was tying ribbon-type things to the lamb chops. He called me over and told me I had special fingers. I didn’t really understand at first. He was tying a bow and asked for my "special finger." He told me, "See? It’s the perfect size." I always call my right pointer finger my "special finger." Bill always made me happy and I wish I could hear his laugh one last time.

Love,

Brooke Kohout (age 14)

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