Gypsy Phoenix: A Birthright of Hope: A Birthright of Hope

It was a tiny scrap of paper, in my grandmother's handwriting, faded and yellow-with answers to my past written all over it. "Why?" I asked. Why would she save this? "We thought you might want to find her one day... she sent a message to you... she said to tell you that she loves you very much, and she didn't want to leave you. She knitted a little outfit for you... did you ever get it?" Growing up with the broiling heat and frequently unpredictable subtropical weather of Louisiana was the ...