Chimes
CYCLE OF LIFE
t was a Christmas morning long ago. I had dreamed for weeks about the gifts I hoped to receive. Would it be that beautiful doll with the pink organdy dress, long ringlets, and eyes that opened and closed? Would it be a storybook about dogs? Surely, it would be a new nightgown and robe, and maybe, just maybe, that plaid taffeta dress that my mother and
