Old Grumpy – that’s what all the children called her. The old lady loved no one and no one loved her. It had been thus since she was a few days old. Always overlooked, overworked and under loved – until one day.
It started with a little scrawny black and white kitten. The old hard heart began to feel again. And then it was an orphan child, just like she had been.
When you’ve lost everything, is it possible to believe in anything good?
Can you believe in a good and loving Father? Could Old Grumpy learn and believe that she had always been loved?