**Story time…** When I was a little girl, I was raised Amish/Mennonite. My upbringing was brutal, but I had one soft, bright spot: my Mama. She was my angel, truly.
I left that life behind when I was in my very early teens. That meant leaving everything and everyone I knew and loved behind forever.
That meant leaving my Mama and never going back. I was 100% alone, with no knowledge of the outside world.
I made it, but there has always been a huge, gaping hole in my heart. I miss my Mama so much that some days it takes my breath away.
I turned 50 this year. I received a quilt in the mail from someone who knows me, along with a picture of my Mama working on the quilt.
In Amish and Mennonite communities, women have “sewings” where they make quilts to be sold at public auctions.
This kind person took pictures of my Mama working on the quilt, tracked its progress, attended the auction, drove the price up, bought it, and sent it to me for my birthday…
Credit to the rightful owner~