Yes Sister

<p class=ql-align-center><strong style=color: rgba(36 36 36 1)>My sister spent her last years in a rest home and I visited her every Monday.</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong style=color: rgba(36 36 36 1)>She asked me whether I had thought about writing another book and I said yes - in fact I have the first two words:</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong style=color: rgba(36 36 36 1)>Yes Sister</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong style=color: rgba(36 36 36 1)>When I got home I thought I should get on and write the book so my sister would be able to enjoy it.</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong style=color: rgba(36 36 36 1)>I wrote a chapter each week until the book was finished.</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong style=color: rgba(36 36 36 1)>I took each new chapter to my sister week by week.</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong style=color: rgba(36 36 36 1)>The topic of the book is my life story from the time I started nursing in 1947 until the birth of our third child in 1956.</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong style=color: rgba(36 36 36 1)>I added the pencil sketches later. </strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong style=color: rgba(36 36 36 1)>Alice Love</strong></p><p><br></p>