Fantasy
Hot Chocolate
Barbie Jean was of a habit of asking her Mama all sorts of questions about her Daddy, every time it was near his birthday, and this time her question brought to mind a special memory. "What made you fall in love with him?," asked Barbie Jean to her Mother. Her Mother could see in her daughter's wide dark chocolate eyes that she just especially needed to know, and wanted to know with all her heart. It was just a day or so past his birthday, and they both were seated by the large kitchen window drinking hot chocolate. "I am not so certain it was any one thing," Barbie Jean's Mother began, "but it had a lot to do with how he treats me, how we get along, our trust in one another, our shared goals, and our similar interests. I will tell you a story about it." Barbie Jean smiled with a grin, that was looking just like her Father's, as her Mother began the story...
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By Charles Turner4 years ago in Fiction
Fantasy Fiction Short Story
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By Victoria Wadsworth4 years ago in Fiction
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By Vida J. Malone4 years ago in Fiction
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By Matthew Mccahey4 years ago in Fiction
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By Marcus Williams4 years ago in Fiction
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By Minte Stara4 years ago in Fiction
