I was full of nervous apprehension this morning. I tried to hide it so the children wouldn’t pick up on the butterflies that were zorbing through my stomach.
I had everything ready the night before, tuna pasta had been made for the kids breakfast, their kit was clean, and their shoes were gleaming.
This morning I awoke to feel fear penetrating my heart in two ways. The first way was via an instant memory that today is the day of the Teddies Bear Picnic and the second impact of terror was the uncomfortable silence that was echoing through my normally excessively loud home.
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