Mama gives you a comforting smile.
“We won’t have to tell her if you don’t want to.”
That sounds good, but…
“What — what if someone notices?”
Mama quietly laughs.
“Don’t you worry about that, no one will notice your nappy in your ski gear.”
You did sort of agree with mama’s words; it was pretty bulky and padded. The fear was there though.
“No one will recognise you with all your ski gear on,” she continues reassuringly.
The words break down the last wall you had put up.
“O-okay,” you stutter out.
The blue run really was in between loads of black runs. Mama had told you to stick close and follow her as you made your way down the long, circular route. You managed to count at least four black run turn offs as you went down, your heart hammering in anticipation.