...picked up on a long walk and carried home in your pocket
Saturday, December 22
My friend Freddie (3)
At first he hides behind his mum. My hair is all gone. My name has changed. Later he wants more grapes so takes me by my hand into the kitchen where I put some into his open palms, counting them out, swooping the odd one into my mouth instead with snaffling sounds. Then we are friends again. When he leaves, he spreads his little arms wide and requests a ciddle.