“A picnic? It’s ten degrees outside!”
She looked at her daughter and briefly considered putting her in front of her favourite cartoon.
But then she thought of her parents. Gone too soon after a hurried childhood.
“Go and get your favourite teddies.”
She gathered up as many blankets as her arms could carry. Heated soup and put it in flasks. Made toasted cheese sandwiches ready for dipping.
Her daughter raced into the room, eyes sparkling from deep within the fleece-lined hood of her cosiest coat, six teddies gathered in her arms.
This would be a memory that lasted.
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