Conversation turned to an eccentric aunt. ‘You know she even recycles Christmas wrapping paper,’ said one cousin, rolling her eyes.
The young mother cringed, hoping her red face didn’t arouse interest for she always recycled, even though it wasn’t fashionable in the 80s. She cradled her growing bump. She wanted him, or her, to have a future.
December 2021… she smiles as she wraps her forty-year-old son’s present in paper saved from last year. Finally, recycling rocks!.