100 words x 365 days
She watches as the man brought the pipe to his lips, blowing into the cylinder. With a large exhale, the bubble on end begins to grow. The eyes of a child mesmerized as the man created something from a bauble of glass, his creation magnificent as it unfolded. An ornament developed before her eyes, layering her body in a blanket of chills. It was a gift for her mother on her last Christmas on earth. A small opening for a candle. A tealight would burn each year to let her know that an angel waited on the other side for her.