I am drinking soy and wearing your jumper but this is not a story about jumpers.. It is about a mama's love.. Worry lines conflict with laughter lines but can't help being on the same face. We long to belong like a rubber band ball but end up untangling it all.. To our demise sometimes (eat more please). To yearn the unknown (yet known) from a deeper plane we play, like a game of chance a russian dance.. A wise man said "you cannot lose if you do not play" easy for him to say, his luck had its day. There are 13 fairies on our wall, one for family one for joy, one for laughter one for dance, one for sorrow one for chance.. Too many to name them all but mummy stapled them in so they wont fall!