To the person or persons who came like a thief (oh wait, you are a thief) in the dark of night and stole my trolls: Shame on you. My mother passed away on April 4 of this year, and she made those specifically for me. She painted each and every one of them, which I am sure took her hours to do just one. She started making them more than 20 years ago, and I would get one every year. They are irreplaceable.
It broke my heart when I looked out Sunday morning and they were gone. You didn't take just one-no you had to take all 12 of them. All that was left was one broken hand left behind in the grass. When I saw that little hand I cried all over again. I hope you can look at all their little faces and enjoy them-knowing that a mother made those for her daughter out of love. You took that away and now all I have is a broken heart.
Charlene Sturk
Bemidji
