"Do something else," she says.
In the garden, she picks up a pot, puts it down. The hours creep by.
Evening. She curls up in bed, crushed.
Don’t put too much meaning to this day, she reminds herself.
Then, “Mum, hello!”
Cheerful voices echo through the house. Her heart thumps in excitement. They appear at her door, beaming.
“Happy Mother’s Day”, they say in unison, holding up flowers and gifts.
Relief floods her as she hugs them tight.