The hypnotic whirl of the washing machine has her transfixed.
“Blue,” she yells, pointing to the spinning T-shirt inside, followed by “Red!”
She is as happy as 3-year-old gets.
But tomorrow the novelty will have worn off.
She’ll notice the TV has gone.
And her favourite toys.
And her blankie.
A single mother can be creative sometimes.
But you cannot keep all the misery out.
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