finding-balance

She stood absolutely still. A perfect porcelain statue. Her golden curls resting on her slender neck, and her pale pink bonnet perched on top of her beautiful hair. She clutched her Shepherd's Crook in her smooth hands, her cheek elegantly resting against the hook in a demure fashion One couldn't tell by looking at her, but Bo was listening intently to the conversation going on not a foot away from where her lamp sat on Molly's bedside table. It was 9:42 and Mom was tucking Molly into bed. "Honey, can you think of anything else that you want to sell at the yard sale tomorrow?" Mom asked. "What about Mrs. Potato Head?" "No!" Molly said quic