“Mumma! Look!”
Her gaze followed the short outstretched arm and saw the small cluster of snowdrops that had pushed its way through fallen leaves alongside moss thickened rocks.
“Goodness! Shall we have a closer look?”
They crouched down together, and she watched as her daughter pressed her nose to a bud and sniffed theatrically.
“Can I tell you a secret?”
She wished she could gather up these moments into a bouquet. “Of course.”
“I did this. I wished for snow and we got these. I must have muddled my words.”
She kissed the top of her head. “You wished perfectly.”
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