“Yes, worldly. What’s wrong with worldly?” She put her hands on her slim hips and lightly stamped her foot on the ground, indignation clear on her face.
“Nothing’s wrong with worldly, little one. Do you know what it means?” The little girl’s mother smiled down at her as she washed a plate at the kitchen sink.
“Yes.” Her daughter claimed. “It means you’re from another world.”
At her mother’s gentle laughter, the child stomped from the room, tears in her eyes.
Putting the soapy plate in the sink, Mary turned to follow her daughter, wiping her hands on the dish towel at her waist.
~ Eileen 🙂