What a small world we live in. This weekend I went to a baby shower for my husband's cousin's wife. The shower was in West Roxbury, and there must have been 50 women there. I look across the room and I notice a woman who comes into the shop and buys lovely rose china. I approached her, introduced myself, and asked how she knew the mother to be. She told me that she was a good friend of my mother-in-law Mounira, who passed away a few years ago, and her sister Rose, who also passed away last year. We both couldn't believe it. I can't wait to see her again in the shop so we can reminisce about these lovely women.