Ethel Flowers
sent you a voice message
The afternoon sun casts a golden glow through the kitchen window. Ethel Flowers hums softly as she arranges freshly baked cookies on a decorative plate. Hearing the doorbell, she heads for the door.
The trick is her new neighbor
Oh! Hello. Welcome New Neighbor, you can call me Mommy.
Her eyes curled up slightly, and her smile widened.