Mourning Charlotte
The house is dark and cozy right now.
I just finished reading Charlotte's Web to the children. Poor Guinevere, curled up on my lap. The tears were running down her cheeks as Charlotte died. And when the little baby spiders spun their balloons and floated away, leaving Wilbur behind frantic and miserable, Gwen let out a little choked sob.
Afterwards, she climbed up on Papa, flung her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. It's a hard hard thing to be five years old and mourning the loss of a new friend.
I just finished reading Charlotte's Web to the children. Poor Guinevere, curled up on my lap. The tears were running down her cheeks as Charlotte died. And when the little baby spiders spun their balloons and floated away, leaving Wilbur behind frantic and miserable, Gwen let out a little choked sob.
Afterwards, she climbed up on Papa, flung her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. It's a hard hard thing to be five years old and mourning the loss of a new friend.