Part two of my Christmas story. If you haven’t read part one, please do so before reading this section.
“Margaret, where is your sister?”
Margaret’s eyes grew wide as she looked around her, then back at her father. “I thought she went to find you.”
Margaret’s parents exchanged a frightened glance. “Let’s stay together to find her.”
They pushed their way through the crowded street. The Christmas Bazaar was especially crowded this year because of the unusually warm weather and the decision to move it outside. Continue reading
Faith Blum 