Sometimes it’s hard to smile.
You just want to lock the door, close the curtains and pretend that you’re the only person in the world.
I sometimes feel like this. Not often but it happens.
Because sometimes I miss my mum so much and it makes me sad that she’s not here to see the things that I can see.
She’d love to see how much Miss Frugal loves clothes and make up because she used to be exactly the same and she’d be so pleased to see that Master Frugal loves to read as she used to always have a book close by. If she was here, she’d be playing dressing up and putting make up on with Miss Frugal and she’d be listening to Master Frugal read as often as she could.
But she can’t because she’s not here and that’s what makes it hard for me to smile sometimes.
