You can see mama’s eyebrows raise curiously despite her ski goggles.
“It can’t have been more than an hour ago we left the apartment.”
“I know,” you admit, worry lacing your voice. “I just…” you trail off, as actually putting it to words makes it seem even lamer.
Mama surprises you however by putting an arm around you comfortingly.
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it. We can head back that way,” she says reassuringly.
It’s embarrassing, but it’s nice to know mama isn’t bothered by it.
So, going up the other lift, you find yourself where it all started with mum yesterday. Lost in your thoughts, you don’t notice the water bottle until mama pressed it to your hands. She gives you a small smile.
“If you’re going to the loo soon there’s no reason to not stay hydrated.”