Under
my pillow or against my bedside table (no wait that’s a bedside stool) he
leaves me envelopes to find. They always have a large ‘M’ on them, so I know
they are for me.
F: Mummy did you get my letter?
Me: Yes I did it was lovely. Thank
you. Can you tell me what it says?
F: No.
Me: You’ve got lots of letters
and pictures here, what does it all say?
F: I don’t know Mummy. I can’t
read.
I don’t
care what all the letters and symbols mean. He leaves me surprise notes. That’s
enough for me.
