Alain and I started writing and talking to each other via phone since he was 10 months and could utter a word or scribble some lines and shapes.
We keep journals and although we have never seen each other’s, we know they are often updated with special stories, events or just a picture.
Therefore, my son has no ‘father’ and the man I tried to let become his father was not husband enough for me so we once more upped and packed back to ‘Mama and Grandma’s ‘ house.
Last week, I received the following letter from Alain:
He asked me why I couldn’t draw him a flower.
Oh my, when was the last time I drew a flower?
Moreover, I type the letters on the computer but if I wanted to draw the flower, then I had to do it by hand – then I may as well write the whole letter by hand this time around.
Hm, so for your singular pleasure, find below my flower to my dearest Alain:
Yes, flowers mean so much to both the young and old alike, to the kids as much as to the parents, to the girls and maybe to the boys too.
Dear Gentle followers of mine, what says ye of my anecdotes on this special week of mine?