* Previously Published in Chicken Soup for the Soul’s Touched by an Angel
Thick, Rich, Decadent Blackberry Cream Cheese Pound Cake
“Sweetie?” Susan’s mother turned off the kitchen faucet and walked to her daughter. Bent down and kissed her hair. “I’ve watched you crisscross the house five times since you came home from school. And you keep sticking your finger into the door latch, only to turn around and huff off.” She stopped and cocked her head. “What’s going on in that wonderful little brain of yours?”
“I’m waiting for a note from my Fairy Godmother.” Susan peered into the little door hole again and sighed. Her eyebrows knit into a knot of despair. “I know I have one. All the books and movies say so. But, I’ve never heard from mine.”
