Pippa’s Proud Number Two — Every morning, Pippa pressed her palm on a scrap of cardboard and traced the curvy number two for her little brother’s party. Read the full story →
Every morning, Pippa pressed her palm on a scrap of cardboard and traced the curvy number two for her little brother’s party. She glued on paper dots, stripes, and one crooked star that smelled like paste and crayons. “Stand tall,” she whispered, propping it against a flour sack in the community bake shop.
Until one day, the frosting cart rolled bump-bump-bump and knocked the fancy cake topper into the sink. Because of that, the bakers had nothing for the birthday cake. Because of THAT, Pippa held up her cardboard two with sticky fingers and a thumping heart. The baker slid it onto the stand between the round balloons, and everyone grew quiet in the sugar-warm room. Then her brother clapped first. Next time you see that tall two with its little star, see if you can spot the part Pippa made with her own hands.
