![]() ![]() ![]() I wipe my damp hands down the legs of my skinny white jeans. I leave the crying girl with the customer service assistant and immediately my stomach unknots, relief flooding my body. ![]() ‘This little girl’s become separated from her mother,’ I say when I reach the counter, beads of sweat prickling my forehead. I feel my face burn and I mumble, ‘She’s lost’ as we pass by, just to make sure they know I’m helping. Other shoppers stare at me as I pull the girl through them, half-dragging her up the aisle, her cries rising in pitch. The child and mother will be reunited within minutes. ![]() I’ll head straight to the customer services desk, and they’ll put out an announcement. ‘I’ll help you find your mummy,’ I say, softly, and hold out my hand for her to take. How can a simple act of kindness, concern for a child’s welfare, be misconstrued?ĭon’t be so silly, Erica – just do something. A griping pain in my stomach steals my breath I gasp, struggling to regain my composure. They might think I’m trying to harm her, or worse, abduct her.īut I can’t leave her like this, she needs me. Should I walk away? I’m clearly distressing her further and, in a minute, everyone will be staring at me and assuming I’m the one causing the girl’s distress. The child’s wailing increases, and my heart rate picks up. ‘It’s okay, shush, shush,’ I say, frantically casting my eyes around the store for a member of staff. Can’t you find your mummy?’ I bend down to be on a level with the girl. She’s wearing a pink coat buttoned up high, with a belt fastened tightly around her middle – the poor thing looks like she’s parcelled up ready to be shipped off somewhere. I place the avocado in my shopping basket and look around to see a little girl, about four years old, her tearstained face red and bloated. How am I going to be able to say this to Jamie’s face? Now I’ll have to start over it’s the fifth false start. I pick up an avocado, twisting it in my hand and pressing my thumb against the green, bumpy skin.Įven you have to admit defeat, surely? Sometimes it’s not about staying together, it’s about how to part amicably.Ī child’s crying pierces through my mind – interrupting the conversation I’m attempting to plan. We’ve done everything in our power to keep going, keep trying. We love each other, but it’s not enough anymore, is it. We know like everything else, Valentine’s Day looks different this year.It’s not something I’m doing lightly. Our DIY Valentine Sugar cookie kit is the perfect gift, activity & treat for the little cherubs in your life, all rolled into one package! It includes:6 unfrosted heart shaped sugar cookies, white vanilla icing (to color or not, however you like) & Valentine sprinkles! Pick one up at the bakery, or order for pickup (or delivery via postmates where available only) on our takeout order page!
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