My little sister, Kate was born 10 weeks early. Because she arrived so early she experienced some problems and had to stay at the hospital for about six weeks. During this time my family made regular trips to the hospital to see my baby sister. Since only two visitors were admitted to see Kate at a time I would often scamper off to the gift shop. Inside the gift shop were legions of baby toys. My eyes bounced from one adorable toy to another.
One day as I was window shopping I discovered a cream colored stuffed bunny propped up on a shelf. I made my way towards my new furry friend. Not only was it the most darling bunny I’d ever seen but it was also a religious bunny. Its bunny paws were clasped together, its bunny eyes were closed, and its soft bunny head was bowed down. Attached to the bunny was a name tag which read “Hope”.
From that day forward I happily wandered into the gift shop to visit Hope while I was waiting for my turn to see Kate. I dreamily described all the cute itty bitty things within the shop to my grandpa. But I was slightly crushed when Grandpa expressed his opinion of hospital gift shops. To my astonishment I learned that he despised them due to their ridiculous prices.
Days later while Grandpa and I were patiently waiting in the hospital lounge I pranced in and out of the magical gift shop. Finally I plopped down next to my grandpa. Without a word he pulled out his wallet and handed me some money. With a questioning look I asked, “What’s this for?” The sweet man who was anti-hospital gift shops replied, “Go buy something for your baby sister.” After recovering from shock I quickly obeyed and purchased my furry friend, Hope.
My grandpa passed away shortly after my little sister was able to come home. To this day she still has her lovely bunny. Every time I see Hope in Kate’s bedroom I am reminded of my grandpa. He loved me and my sister enough to notice the magic that flew from my eyes whenever I admired that bunny in the shop.
One day as I was window shopping I discovered a cream colored stuffed bunny propped up on a shelf. I made my way towards my new furry friend. Not only was it the most darling bunny I’d ever seen but it was also a religious bunny. Its bunny paws were clasped together, its bunny eyes were closed, and its soft bunny head was bowed down. Attached to the bunny was a name tag which read “Hope”.
From that day forward I happily wandered into the gift shop to visit Hope while I was waiting for my turn to see Kate. I dreamily described all the cute itty bitty things within the shop to my grandpa. But I was slightly crushed when Grandpa expressed his opinion of hospital gift shops. To my astonishment I learned that he despised them due to their ridiculous prices.
Days later while Grandpa and I were patiently waiting in the hospital lounge I pranced in and out of the magical gift shop. Finally I plopped down next to my grandpa. Without a word he pulled out his wallet and handed me some money. With a questioning look I asked, “What’s this for?” The sweet man who was anti-hospital gift shops replied, “Go buy something for your baby sister.” After recovering from shock I quickly obeyed and purchased my furry friend, Hope.
My grandpa passed away shortly after my little sister was able to come home. To this day she still has her lovely bunny. Every time I see Hope in Kate’s bedroom I am reminded of my grandpa. He loved me and my sister enough to notice the magic that flew from my eyes whenever I admired that bunny in the shop.
THE END
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