On one hand that was a terrible embarrassing idea and your mind goes back to that time in kindergarten where that girl whose name you couldn’t even remember called you a baby for weeks, of the crying and the tears at her hurtful words. But, she wasn’t here, and mama was making this offer, and mama didn’t think you were a little baby…
It was so tempting.
You seem to choke as you ask, “R-really?” Your breath shudders. It seems really nice, too nice. So nice it didn’t seem possible.
“Yep,” mama says, taking you hand. “And then you won’t have to worry about any accidents on the slope. All you’ll have to do is have fun skiing.”
Without even thinking about it, you’re nodding. You want this, but…
“W-what about Lucy?” you ask, fear tinging your voice.