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    #31
    What a lovely touching story.
    What is life if full of care we have no time to stand and stare

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      #32
      I've been totally without inspiration for a story for ages, but the thoughts of children returning to school this week for the first time this year in most cases set me thinking about how this might play out. So this is a very short tale of one teenager's worries about returning to school.


      LOCKDOWN’S NEARLY OVER

      Amy peered at the spot on her chin. It was huge, gross and was going to make her a social outcast when she went back to school the next day! What on earth had she done to be cursed with the biggest zit ever!

      “Muuuuum”, she went down stairs looking for a miracle cure in the family first aid box. “Muuuuuum”, she called a bit louder. “I can’t go back to school looking like a freak - there must be something to get rid of it.”

      Amy’s mum was cooking something on the hob. “What’s the matter, love?” she asked, not turning round.

      “Mum”, Amy’s voice conveyed the urgency she felt and finally mum took the pan off the ring and turned to look at her daughter.

      “Look, Mum!” Amy pointed dramatically to a tiny pinkish-red mark on the left side of her chin. “It’s gross, I can’t go back to school tomorrow with that lump on my face.”

      Mary smiled. “Amy, don’t worry, I’ve got just the thing for it. Come upstairs and I’ll show you.

      Amy’s 9 year old brother followed them singing “spotty-face, potty-face, spotty-face, potty-face”. “Shut up, you worm” yelled Gemma.

      He danced away still tunelessly singing “spotty-face, potty-face, the boys will hate your spotty-face”.

      Mary rolled her eyes and turned to her son. “Miles, that’s enough, stop it.”

      Something in her tone got through to Miles and he stuck his tongue out at his sister before disappearing into his bedroom.

      Amy was near to tears. “Mum, it’s awful, there’s nothing for it, I’ll have to wear a face mask all day, and I’ll have to skip lunch - I simply can’t take it off to eat. My whole life is ruined, the boys will all laugh at me - flat chested, skinny legs and now THIS”, pointing again at her chin.

      Mary remembered being 13 herself. She put her arm round her daughter and gave her a little hug. “Don’t you worry, Amy, love. Look.” She took a tiny pot off her dressing table and undid the lid. “Go and wash your hands first, and I’ll show you how to make that spot disappear.” Amy was back quickly, showing mum her clean, freshly-washed hands. Mary gently tapped a bit of the concealer onto her own face first to show Amy how to take a tiny speck of the potion and smooth it gently round and over the barely-visible mark. Amy followed her lead, and sure enough the spot blended in and seemed miraculously to disappear.

      “Now”, continued Mary. “Did you try on the new undies that came for you yesterday?”

      “No, Mum. I forgot.”

      “Go and try them on now then. Don’t take the labels off, in case they’re the wrong size.” Mary smiled to herself. Her daughter was in for a nice surprise. She’d always bemoaned the fact that she was skinny, but what she hadn’t realised during the months of lockdown when she’d practically lived in her PJs, trackies and hoodies was that she’d grown a bit, and had also filled out.

      Amy was back in her mum’s bedroom within minutes, her face beaming. “Mum, look, I’ve got boobs!” A new bra had given her neat little figure some definition, and Amy felt feminine and grown-up.

      Mum hugged her tightly. “Amy, my love, you are a kind, funny, clever girl. That’s what’s important, but it’s fun to want to look great as well. We’ll do your hair in a French plait tomorrow and you can go back for your first day after lockdown looking and feeling amazing.”

      Amy hugged her mum tightly. “Mum, you’re the best mum in the whole world. Mary hugged her precious nearly grown-up daughter back. “It’s probably a good time to ask you to tidy your bedroom, young lady. Off you go!”
      -oOo-



      "Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognise how good things really are. "

      (Marianne Williamson)

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        #33
        Ahhh. What a lovely story. Probably true for so many families.
        Always face the sunshine and the shadows fall behind you.

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          #34
          Very good story as always Daisy!
          Mum does sound a lovely one for a girl Amy's age to have
          “A grandchild fills a space in your heart that you never knew was empty.” – Unknown

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            #35
            Just caught up with these , how i have missed them I don't know
            Lovely stories
            Im not fat just 6ft too small

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              #36
              Lovely story again Daisy, you clever lady.
              What is life if full of care we have no time to stand and stare

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                #37
                Awww, thank you everyone. xxx
                "Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognise how good things really are. "

                (Marianne Williamson)

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