A big happy birthday for Rochelle this week. Hope you have a lovely day, and thanks as always for hosting our activities each week.
I may not get round to as many sites as usual this week due to internet restrictions. But I’ll do my best. 🙂
“All this will be yours when I’m gone, you know.”
She waved a wrinkled hand at the cluttered surfaces.
I sighed, reflecting on my minimalist-style apartment. All plain white walls and unadorned colonial style furniture – an innate reaction to a childhood festooned with bric-a-brac.
What could I say?
“They’re your memories, mother, not mine.” A euphemism for “They’re meaningless to me.”
Not euphemistic enough… her lip began to wobble.
Years later, my delighted daughter hauled the packing-case from the basement.
“Really? For me? You know I’ve always wanted a home full of stuff like this.”
I bit my lip.