Once home,I put up all the items I had gotten at the store. Camilla was playing with her church doll, made out of her daddy's handkerchief. I laid down the package on the table and started making dinner. After helping Camilla with her homework, washing dishes, and picking up things, it was late. Each time I walked by the table, the tightly wrapped package was calling my name. Once Camilla was fast asleep, I finally moved towards the table. Lifting the package up to untie the string, I noticed some writing on the back side. Turning it over, I read the message. “Annabel, this package was left for you at the store by an older lady who said she no longer had need for it. I hope you enjoy it!” Tearing open the paper, I saw the fabric of the store bought dress that had been hanging on the dress frame for all those weeks. Unfolding it, I held it up to me and saw that is was a perfect fit. How could it be? As my head was spinning, I noticed a little tag laying on the floor. Picking it up, I noticed it still had a price written on it. I knew in a moment, it was not from an older lady but from Mr. Perry himself. My heart couldn’t stop singing.