I woke up on the morning before my son’s 16th Birthday and realised that I should have organised something by now. I had tried, the problem, communication with my son, he is like a sunflower. Sometimes he turns his head towards me and I am dazzled, by happy yellow but mostly it is turned away. I cross my fingers and hope that the sunflower I am growing, will be what was promised on the packet when my husband and I planted it.
I listened at an organised breakfast recently that this might not actually be the case, he might become a radish instead. Continue reading “Campfire Story”