Twenty-two. That’s how many steps there are to
Author: JoAnna Page 1 of 4
It is in your moments of decision that your destiny is shaped.
Penny gripped the steering wheel until her fingers went white. ‘George, what are we going to do? Who’d have thought six months after our wonderful wedding that we would face bankruptcy and
I threw another paper chain onto the pile of reds, blues and green rings and walked over to the window. The frost fractured the reflected bright light from the snowy pavement like a kaleidoscope.
Lizzie was my best friend and flatmate, but I dreaded
Penny wiped the corners of her mouth with the linen serviette, wondering if the breakfast in bed service would continue after
As a baby sitting on my mother’s knee, my big brother splashes loudly in the back and flicks water at me. A jealous big brother who gets the sharp end of our mothers’ tongue. She turns her attention back to me, a fuzzy face smiling, whispering, soothing and safe. I am lying on my tummy and the sweet cloying smell of Johnson’s baby powder fills the air, the tiny dust particles tickle at my nose, inviting a sneeze. I am cocooned, warm and gurgle with an innocent happiness. My mother gently traces her fingers across my back, following a swirling, twirling path, her touch as light as a butterfly kiss. My eyes grow droopy, yet I battle to keep them wide open, not wanting the tickles, and yet it is that which puts me to sleep within seconds.
As a mother I stroke my baby son’s back, as soft as silk, tracing those same swirling, twirling paths. His head is a cap of thick black as night hair which will lighten to a dirty blonde as he gets older. Talcum-dust motes float between us and I hear the gentle snores of my son’s slumbers and the moment I stop the tickles; he objects softly with a moan.
As a grandmother, I am introduced to my granddaughter, seconds old, pressed against the warmth of her father’s chest. The same cap of black-as-night hair which will turn golden and grow to waist length. I smile as he traces his fingers across her tiny back, cradling her tiny form. She snuggles deeper into his neck, as if she has always known him.