“I know you’re probably thinking about drinking less, but I assure you that getting sick because you got dehydrated won’t be nice.”
“O-okay,” you reply, to which mama puts an arm around you, pulling you into a sideways hug.
“Don’t worry, we’re not thinking badly of you for what happened yesterday.”
Mama lets you nurse the drink as she gets the map out.
“Want to try skiing over here?” she asks you, pointing at the spot on the map.
You recognise it, up the far end of the frozen lake. It’s where you had ended up after your accident.
“I was thinking we’d go down through here.”
She’s pointing at the trail where you had your accident. It was a nice trail…
“That’s where — um…” you say, trailing off.
You look away from mama, trying to enjoy the view.
“Oh — well, maybe —”
“It’s okay,” you cut in. You sigh. “It was… it was nice skiing there.”