The same year as the Harry Potter mug, my mother threw me a birthday party. It was actually a really great party. It was December and we decorated gingerbread houses. That house had a huge trampoline so we played on that too.
It really was a lovely party.
And as the girls’ parents arrived to pick them up with their freshly made gingerbread houses.
There was one mother who would not let her daughter take hers home.
She didn’t want the back of her pristine SUV to get dirty.
I remember which classmate it was. I believe she’s a medical doctor now.
But she looked sad.
Why couldn’t her mother have put a towel down?
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