Letting it all out


“I cryin’, Nanny!” 

I remember my mum telling me the story of my niece when she was very small.

I’m not sure if she’d just been told off or if she’d bashed into something, but my mum thought it was sweetly sad the way Ella felt the need to point out the obvious, as if Nanny couldn’t already tell from the fat tears and streaming snot.

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