My childhood was not great, divorced parents and being raised by a stepmother who clearly did not know what love was. Every Christmas, I longed for a Victorian doll house. I would wait up anxiously hoping the doll house would be under the tree. Every Christmas the little girl awakened with a broken heart. Fast forward, I am now a mother with 2 adult sons. Five years ago, I awakened on Christmas day to the Victorian DOLL HOUSE, given to me by my sons. My life came full circle and the love of my children filled the void left by my childhood. Redeemed through love!
Submitted by Alicia Wilson