It was a white and blue finger warmer she had knitted herself.
We figured she knitted herself as she had knitting needles with her. Yes, white and blue ... and so very pretty. That would so match You when You’re chilling on a white cloud in a clear blue sky now.
Your reaction was genuinely one of boyish delight as You pulled it over your pointer finger, proudly showing it off to her, and exclaiming with sincere enthusiasm.
“Thank you, Aunty ...”
You called her Aunty.
Mom is not sure whether these elderly French ladies are used to being called “Aunty” by young boys they just met, but judging from the unexpected smile that spread across her freckled face emphasizing her crinkly eyes, it would seem that You made her day.
“Thank you, Aunty ...”
You called her Aunty.
Mom is not sure whether these elderly French ladies are used to being called “Aunty” by young boys they just met, but judging from the unexpected smile that spread across her freckled face emphasizing her crinkly eyes, it would seem that You made her day.
She bent down toward You, and gave her parting words.
“Pray ...” she said, with a finger pointing towards the Immaculate Conception.
“Pray ... okay?” she repeated softly, giving You a little affectionate squeeze on your arm.
“Pray ...” she said, with a finger pointing towards the Immaculate Conception.
“Pray ... okay?” she repeated softly, giving You a little affectionate squeeze on your arm.
“Okay ...” You replied obediently.
Giving her another one of your brilliant smiles, You toyed with the finger warmer.
You had given it a name but Mom cannot remember what it is now.
It’s not in the journal either.
Oh well ...
Smile, please ... :D
