“Balloons,” Friend, Mar. 2002, 45
When my big sister and I left our favorite restaurant, we were each given a balloon. My mom suggested that we tie the balloons to our wrists, but we wanted to be big and just hold them with our hands. Then my sister accidentally let go of her balloon. Her mouth turned down, and big tears rolled down her cheeks. I walked over to her and said, “Madi, you can have my balloon.” She gave me a gigantic grin, and her tears quickly dried up. Even though I no longer had a balloon, I felt happy and warm inside. Everyone was smiling. I think Jesus was, too!