Her skin radiated, as an aunty she only saw in a picture, brought her into a hug so warm, past hurt washed away. Yet all she could think of was her mum’s refusal to go.
I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.
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My mother was stubborn too. lol
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Mine too, she was a force to be reckoned with.
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I imagine I’m no different. 😦
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I’m very much like my mum, or so everyone says.
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I don’t mind being like her … but when they start telling me I look like her ……. lol
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I look like mum, as a child I hated it.
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Quite a lot of passion in this. Nice!
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