I'm not sure how old I was anymore, but very young. I will have been 6 or 7 years at most. Still quite shy back then.
you!! Shy?!
Yes, I was shy. Running up to red. I admit, you can't see any of that again. Well, okay, sometimes. Very sometimes. Somer than sometimes.
But I understand that you're going to interfere again and interrupt my story with your faint again?!
It's been a bit back now, so yes!
Nice, is going to be cozy again.
Think so. Or your story shouldn't be so cozy.
My story is what, how will I say. Embarrassing.
Oh, well, I'll fall in the butter with my nose. Love it ! What a timing of myself, that I see you again now.
But still. You're going to question me this with bad luck for a long time. Trauma left over, so before you start with your wordsdiarrhea, think about that little girl of a year or 6.
I promise nothing.
sigh!
It was the end of January. And a lady would come to school who was going to blow glass. The youngest classes were allowed to go to the gymnasium and older classes in the afternoon.
I was at the front, because otherwise I didn't see anything, because I never really grew in height.
Otherwise, you created a huge growth spurt later. You had to be 50 for it, but then you have some. Oh, um wait. that was not in the height.
Monster, ugly monster that you are. Did that really have to?!!
Flopped out like this. But feel free to continue with your story.
I really don't know what they made. My experience and memory of this activity has become somewhat limited by my rather stupid action.
I'm saying nothing. Think all the more.
(*) &) 8976^&%%^R$)(*_*(+_))U*&^%& !!!!!!!
At some point, the woman asks: “Are there children here, whose mother's birthday is?
And promptly I raise my finger. Mom wasn't birthday at all, but it almost did, and that was true in my brain.
And that lie didn't make you red? Would you expect a shy girl! Well?
Stop, you! If you're not careful, I'll get your red cheeks, with my flat hand.

Well, dan gaan we voor jouw moeder een mooi vaasje blazen, zei ze.
She blew a round belly first, and then a nice neck that flowed out a little.
Do you like it?
Yes, I really like it !
But it can be even better and she blew or well, sucked, dimpled in the belly of the vase.
The vase will have been about 15cm tall, but I was pretty gilded with it.
She wrapped the vase carefully in tissue paper and gave it to me.

The school went out almost immediately and I was able to give the vase to mom right in the afternoon.
The teacher didn't quite trust the case and kept me standing before I was going to walk out of school.
Is your mom really birthday today?
Yes, she's really birthday.
But the pain in my stomach grew and I walked away quickly.
Shameless, shameless you were!! my God, I don't know what I just hear.
Yes, braverik, you never did anything, of course. pfffff Schei out with you blatantly. A uk was me and a little not so handy. No more.
No more??!! You just lie twice.
Keep ff your bakkes and let me tell you further. I also know it wasn't kosher. Solid muzzle close now.

In front of the school, Mom was waiting and I put the vase in my jacket pocket.
On the way home, that vase didn't really feel so good to give to mom anymore. And by the time I got home, it didn't feel right at all.
And I started crying at home even before I took off my jacket.
Mama totally surprised, because I probably had told me about the glass blower along the way (I guess so, I'm so aking out).
And the high word, of course, came out that I had a vase blown for her birthday, but that I had joked and said her birthday was today.
If I wasn't afraid of my own lie, then certainly for the punishment I would get.
But she stayed calm.
We're going to school earlier this afternoon and then you give the vase back and tell you what you did, she said.
I don't know how I answered, but I do know I had red cheeks when I told the teacher and returned the vase.
But also the teacher wasn't angry and said she already suspected it wasn't true and sand about it.
I would've put you in the corner all afternoon. I'm just completely stripped of this story.
Just sit down and be gutted. Do you maybe shut up.

Moral of this story.
Before you shout that Mother's Day is a commercially milked cow, remember that mothers have a lot to do with their offspring. (The other way around, by the way, but that aside.)
It will be your child who comes home with a vase that was lied together. And then just lovingly give a hug and say, “We're going to solve that. Is really good.'
And that's why there's Mother's Day.
For unconditional love.


The last picture of me with my mom
December 2006

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