I made a mistake

To my relief, the box was practically a burr basket.

At the top, I could see a hand spun blanket, and a glass jar.

I looked up at Dean, “And I’m guessing you want to see the content?”

“Of course. It all looks so important.”

I dug my hand in and pulled the blanket out, opening it wide. “Luke said this is a part of my dowry,” I said, my eyes scanning the exquisite work.

“Is your mother Ruthie?” Dean asked, and I froze.

He moved from behind the blanket, holding one edge up in his hand.

He turned to me and I found myself staring at an embroidered image of my mother. Beneath it, in gold thread was written For Ruthie.

I stared at the image, clearly remembering the day she took this picture.

It was one of those few happy days for a woman with a life as sad as hers.

We had walked past a street photographer who she'd caught his attention instantly, and offered to take her picture.

Flattered and blushing that a man so young thought she was beautiful enough to immortalize, she posed for the p