I had a bit of a cry this morning. Very unlike me. Very unlike me at all. I was relaying a story to Master T about a six year old dying of leukemia and the kindness shown by some firemen.
It occurred to me I was telling my gorgeous, healthy, 13-nearly-14 year old. I could hardly finish the story.
He asked me if I was crying and then put he dog on my lap and said "Ginger Mumma needs you". She did look at me with concern which was nice.
I am grateful for what I have but sometimes the kindness of others just touches my heart. Those who go beyond the minimal.
Here is the link. Get the tissues. Don't say I didn't warn you.
ciao for now
just Martha xx
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