Better to Give

Yesterday I picked up my father from dialysis and dropped his aide off at the bus stop to go home. At dialysis I sat with her and we chatted for a while. She is a very nice woman who is kind and caring towards my father. She noticed the necklace that I wear everyday. It is a hand painted bee in a flower garden. I wear it for my mother. She asked where I got it and I told her that I made it. She asked how much I would charge to make her one. I said that I would love to make her one, but it would be as a gift. She was surprised and happy. I am just about finished with her bee and will give it to her tomorrow when I bring my father home to Brooklyn. Giving a gift feels better than making a sale.