by Sarah Price
“Ja, Alejandro?”
“You are glad you are home, no?”
She smiled, letting her hand slide up the side of the door as she slowly slipped through the opening, pausing just long enough to answer him. “There is no place like home, Alejandro,” she said softly. “But only if I am with you.” She lifted her finger to her lips, indicating that he should speak no more and return to his sleep. With great care to remain noiseless, she backed through the doorway and softly shut the door behind her. His sleepy smile remained engraved in her mind as she set about creating a morning routine, since they would be home for a while now. Routine, she thought with a warm feeling of love and anticipation, would put everything on track, at last.
About the Author
The Preiss family emigrated from Europe in 1705, settling in Pennsylvania as part of the area’s first wave of Mennonite families. Sarah Price has always respected and honored her ancestors through exploration of and research on her family’s Anabaptist history and their religion. For over twenty-five years, she has been actively involved in an Amish community in Pennsylvania. The author of over thirty novels, Sarah is finally doing what she always wanted to do: writing about the religion and culture that she loves so dearly.
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