Love

Four year old Abie had learned about Mother’s Day from her older sister. She loved her mother and wanted to show it. Mother’s Day morning found her mounting the stairs and gripping a breakfast tray in her tiny hands. On it was a sheet of kitchen roll, a single slice of dry bread taken from the packet and a cup of cold water.

A plain unapitising meal but prepared with love. Prepared with love by Abie for her mother.