Mum holds my hand

My mum came to Brighton yesterday to take me out for some therapeutic shopping and lunch.  We came up to a busy road in the centre of town and as she looked both ways she grabbed my hand and led me across the road.

Later on, she wrapped me in a  towel after I came out of the sea after my swim.

And later still, she hugged me tight as we listened to jazz in Jubilee Square.

I’m 30. 

My mum still holds my hand when I cross roads and I love her for it.

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