So I’m hanging out with Miriam after class and she goes like, ” Ellen, have you written today’s post? ” Girl , I couldn’t have forgotten but I was surprised she had been following. And she was doing that silently. No comments, likes, whatsoever! It was good to know though.😌So this is a shout out to all my other silent followers! I know you’re there. It is for you I write. Macho macho love to y’all ❤ but show your face small, OK?
My Favourite Childhood Book
As far as I can remember, I never had a party thrown for me on my birthday. But, I’ve seen a picture of me, standing behind a table, on which stood a bread-like cake poked by a single candle and soft drinks arranged on its flanks like policemen on guard. If that was a party, like I said, I do not remember.
What was the constant however, was a birthday meal.I cherished those. My mum cooked specially for me on my birthdays, even to date. And then, when she was feeling generous, she would get me a gift. No. She never got me a doll. My very ” spiritual ” mother believes those creatures are possessed! 😂 The only alternative then, was something to read. Maybe an alphabet puzzle or storybook. Tell you what, even a birthday card was an opportunity for her to get me to read! Sigh.
So on one of my birthdays I got a book. A very colourful five-paged book. On every page was a single sentence. I think I must have memorized it because it always rings in my head.
Sue is six years old.
Her mother is a Baker.
She bakes sweet cookies for all her friends.
Sue is learning how to bake too.
She wants to bake for all her friends too, including you.
Don’t you love a mother like mine??