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Chapter Two

Miriam’s life was as perfect as a child’s life can be. Her parents showered her with love. Martin made her little wooden dolls that she clothed with beautiful dresses sewn by Hilda. One of her most treasured possessions was a beautiful dollhouse that Martin built, furnished with little tables and chairs and beds crafted by his skillful hands. And not only did Hilda sew clothing for Miriam’s dolls, but she also handcrafted beautiful clothing for Miriam herself. Without question Miriam was the most beautifully dressed little girl in the entire village. Interestingly, her beauty evoked no jealousy but rather admiration. The mothers and the children of the village saw Miriam as their own. They were proud of her, and they loved her.

Not surprisingly, as Miriam grew into her teenage years she was much admired for her kindness, generosity and charitable work. Like her mother she had a soft heart for the suffering. Wherever there was sadness or brokenness, Miriam was there to bring comfort and healing. She spent many a sleepless night bathing the brow of a fevered child or caring for a young woman who had just given birth or comforting someone who had just lost a loved one. Some of the villagers were convinced that she was an angel in human form.