When we were little girls and my father was away travelling, we used to climb into my mother’s bed, early in the morning. We always had to fight to see who would lie down next to her, we are three sisters and my mother only has two sides, so we knew one of us would always lose. We would also prepare her breakfast, poor mamã, burnt toasts with too much butter and watery coffee! It was probably not a very relaxing awakening for her. But a lot of fun for us.
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| Enjoying the sun in the garden, yesterday. |
I thought of these moments yesterday, when my mother left to go back to Portugal. She came before chemo started to keep me company, help me and make sure I am ok. It was so nice to have her just for myself, no need divide her attention or fight to see who sits next to her. Nowadays I have to compete with my nephews more than with my sisters for her attention, eh eh! I don’t mind loosing against them, they are so irresistibly cute.
2 comments:
oh, está fantástica a foto!
Tenho pena q fiques sem a tua super mamã, mas é por ela ser "super" que tem de ser partilhada!! :)
Bejinho,
Susana
Dag lieve Gisela,
Wat leuk zoals je beschrijft hoe de drie zusjes bij moeder in bed kropen.
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