“You aren’t as tired tonight, are you, pickle?” Caroline asked as she unzipped my blue plaid dress, getting me ready for our bath.
“No, Mummy…I feel so much better today.” I replied, honestly. In part, I was quite sure that was the strong drugs from the hospital working their way out of my system, but it was also about making some progress. I did not have any real answers, but I had some things to do, and I had achieved a lot since Caroline brought me home from the hospital on the Friday. I had just a little hope, I suppose, and hope was energising and rejuvenating in equal measure.
“Good…but we are still going to take things easier this week…and I know that you always get frustrated when I mollycoddle you…but I don’t want any more episodes…okay?”
“I won’t get frustrated, Mummy…I promise…as long as Felicity comes tomorrow…and I can go to Auntie Sheila’s on Wednesday…and we can all go to see the Dream Stone one day next week, after Easter, Mummy?”