The Gift you Share
In response to the prompt by Singledust at GoDogGo Cafe.
For the record, this isn’t the best gift I give my friends (I really hope not). I’m probably not a great gift giver, because when I thought back, all I could remember were things I’d received. Also, this was the first thing I thought of that wouldn’t come across too sappy.
Hannah is back from a trip.
She hands me a little jar of jam as a souvenir,
Shy and anxious.
“Do you like it?”
We are at an outdoor festival
But I am not feeling well, so I choose to sit down under a shady tree.
My sisters look worried.
“Can we bring you anything?”
Visiting at my dad’s house
Our stepmother has never had daughters before now.
She is unsure about her new role.
“Can I take you all out for a girls’ day?”
To let someone else make you happy
Is also a gift