The joy makes her feet spring and in leaps and bounds she
merges into a whole new being, a transformation that she’d been looking forward
to; a new journey, a new beginning. The intricately woven fabric of fate is now
embroidered with a new patch, one that gleams and outshines the old threads. The ragged threads of wisdom, however old they may be, provide her with a motherly canopy just like that withered, old blanket in the winter.
