“It’s great! It’s been loads of fun,” you say unhesitatingly. The other thing comes you the forefront of your mind though. You hope your blush isn’t visible under your cold-flushed face as you think about how nice the other thing is, your smile turning slightly embarrassed. It’s good embarrassed though, knowing that mum and mama are looking after you, thinking about how to make your feel safe and happy.
Suddenly feeling close to happy tears, you say, “Thank you — f-for everything,” slightly thickly.
You can see your words make mum happy too from the way her smile grows.
“You’re my daughter; I’m always going to want to see your smiling and happy.”
Your eyes slightly wet, mum takes off to catch up with Lucy, leaving you to effortlessly glide across the snow, zig-zagging your way down in wide arcs.