Years ago, one of my aunts gave me a book called "Out of the Dust" by Karen Hesse. It is a story told in poetry and it is beautiful. I remembered that I loved it but I had forgotten how heartbreaking and perfect it was.
...and didn't notice how lonely she was
until she met Daddy and fell into the
big hurt of his eyes.
This sentence leaped out at me and almost made me cry.
Story really is a vital part of our human experience. I sometimes forget this.
I'm glad there are stories out there to remind me.