I like unexpected surprises, don’t you? While searching my home library for a particular American history book, I came across a brightly red covered novel that once belonged to my late mother.
Curiously thumbing through it, I came across a beautiful peacock feather and a hand-written story scribbled on an aged piece of yellow paper. To this day I have no idea where the feather or how the story came into my mother’s possession, but the find made my day a bit brighter. See if you don’t feel that way too.