The Day an Ordinary Hairpin Became a Symbol of Protection and Hope

symbolic, something meaningful, something chosen with purpose.

A Quiet Guardian

I still don’t know who she was. I don’t know how she found my son so quickly, or why she chose us. But I’ve stopped trying to explain the hairpin away.

It now rests in a small wooden box by my bed, wrapped in a cloth my son picked out himself. Most of the time it sits quietly,continue reading …