“It’s the only way Santa will get it, Mom!” she said with absolute conviction.
That night, once Ruth was asleep, I retrieved the letter from the freezer. It had become my own little tradition to read her wish list before Christmas, a glimpse into her innocent heart and the magic she believed in. But this time, as I unfolded the paper, my world shifted.
A Shocking Discovery
Ruth had drawn a pair of heart-shaped earrings beneath her usual cheerful handwriting:
