

Written in response to https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/author/sadje19/
Alice had been here before; a bottle that said, ‘drink me.’ A cake that said, ‘eat me.’
Now, this gift, underneath the Christmas tree, took her back to a time of Cheshire cats, and the Queen, getting her servants to paint white roses red. Growing up was strange, not a child any more, she rarely believed in magic.
Her child, Toby, handed her the box.
Five years old, the handwriting was his generous scrawl.
‘Happy Christmas Mummy,’ he said.
Opening it, one layer at a time- it ranged from blue, to pink, to white. Finally, inside was a small box, inside that was a necklace. On the back eat me, on the front a picture of her best friend, The Mad Hatter.
‘So you won’t ever forget,’ Toby said.
A lovely tale… 🤍
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Pleasures… 🤍
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Love it……………
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What a wonderful surprise! Loved this!
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A lovely short tale❤️
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