Every now and again I’m treated to a picked flower from somewhere. It’s something he likes to do, pick leaves or flowers from plants.
I put this one into a glass of water and now the white petals have shrunk to sit around the purple inner bit – it’s made quite an interesting shape. I’ve no idea which plant the flower comes from.
He’s started school holidays and these ones last for seven weeks. I have to work for four of those but have managed to organise three weeks off (two weeks unpaid leave seeing as I only recently started a new job). At least we’ll get some chill out time together.
Today as I gave him his dinner, he said, ‘Mum, thanks for making me alive.’
It’s moments like that, that I’m glad I did too.
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