My mother’s voice ringing of her childhood as I read your words…

never seen a paper note before, came across a stolen safe… letting the notes blow away and taking only a couple of coins each, until the nuns got wind of her and her siblings windfall. They had purchased food from the tuck shop for themselves and their friends..

Lashings of the cane for them all.

The moment of “having” and “sharing” even for a split second was worth it.

She changed her stripes but still the determination to prove remains.

Thanks for writing the words for sparking reflection.

Thanks for being you.