Memory machine working - 🤗 I was ten, my sister 6, we stole some of Daddy’s cigarettes, smoked them. That evening he discovered them missing. He asked mother if she got them; 😅he confronted us. My sister had blue eyes, blonde pigtails, and was the apple of his eye, with tears,  she pointed to me., “he made me!” Daddy bought it. Let’s stop the memory there!😕Father, thank You for “precious memories, how they linger”, amen!🙏