willowwinter
The amount of money in my pocket isn't quite enough to purchase the toy my child wants. The amount of love in my heart is more than enough to make up for it. The hugs, the laughter, the good times. These she'll remember long after.
Barrel. The barrel was at my feet. Someone had knocked it over. I leaned over to see what the contents were. But it was dark. Had monkeys escaped? Had it been been filled with gunpowder?