A Rough Night to Remember
I had a rough night! It's often the case with me when there's something unresolved troubling me. I suppose it's the conscience or something, the trouble with Michéal. It was like that for me when I was little, and once more I was staying at my Grandda's house. He lives just a few houses down from my parents'. The farm is at the end of the lane, and there are four houses on the lead up to the gate. His is the second one in.
My grandfather allowed me to jump on the bed! It was never a problem to him as it was to my parents, and I never broke the bed nor fell and hurt myself hard. He knew how light I am, he knew how precious I am, it was his nickname for me! Lómhara! But I could use my bed, even his bed whenever I had climbed in beside him, as a trampoline! And this was precious to me! To have the freedom to be a child! To any child, to be able to do childish things!
My grandfather allowed me to jump on the bed! It was never a problem to him as it was to my parents, and I never broke the bed nor fell and hurt myself hard. He knew how light I am, he knew how precious I am, it was his nickname for me! Lómhara! But I could use my bed, even his bed whenever I had climbed in beside him, as a trampoline! And this was precious to me! To have the freedom to be a child! To any child, to be able to do childish things!
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