Melinda is barely in the driveway when she sees her little sister running through the grass to greet her. She smiles and exits the car, her arms outstretched to catch Cynthia in a hug.       “Melinda! You’re here!” the little girl says, squeezing Melinda tight with all the strength in her small body. “I’ve missed you! Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in forever!”       Melinda grins and shrugs. “I’ve been busy. I’ve had to work a lot lately and in between that I’m trying to plan the wedding.”      Cynthia raises her eyebrows in excitement. “You found your wedding dress? Can I see it?”      Melinda laughs and shakes her head. “I still haven’t found it. But when I do, you’ll be the first person I tell."      Cynthia looks disappointed, but then a smile lights up her face. “Come see my painting,” she says, pulling Melinda by the hand to an easel in the front garden.      “Daddy told me that you used to paint when you were a little girl, too. Do you like my painting? What did you paint pictures of, Melinda?” she says, almost unable to contain her excitement.      Melinda studies the painting and smiles. “My goodness, Cynthia, this is impressive. You have a lot of talent,” she says, honestly impressed with what she sees. Cynthia had painted a cluster of flowers from the garden. They seemed to smile up at her from the canvas, each petal and leaf full of bright colour.      “I love it, Cynthia. It’s beautiful,” she says.