Chapter 21

The weather was warm, with a soft warm sun, a nice breeze of fresh air, swinging the trees in tenderness. Anna sat on the grass in the backyard staring at the playground where she and her brothers played countless times, their favorite game. A picture of the box of trophies in the attic came to her mind; she could guess his owner. A sincere, soft smile crossed her mouth, and she whispered, "It runs in the family, I guess".