Mothering Sunday - Rosie Goodwin (HARDBACK)
With a sigh, Sunday tried to loose herself in her favourite daydream. Her mother would tall and slender with fair hair exactly the same colour as her own, and her eyes would be as blue as bluebells. She wonderful food each day . . . There would be no more chores. On Mothering Sunday, when the children in the workhouse who were lucky enough to have mothers where allowed to go to church with them, Sunday and her mother would go too and Sunday would present her with a beautiful bunch of wildflowers. . . Sunday was so lost in the dream now that she forgot that her hands and feet were stiff with cold, and as her eyes grew heavy she fell asleep with a smile on her face . . .
With a sigh, Sunday tried to loose herself in her favourite daydream. Her mother would tall and slender with fair hair exactly the same colour as her own, and her eyes would be as blue as bluebells. She wonderful food each day . . . There would be no more chores. On Mothering Sunday, when the children in the workhouse who were lucky enough to have mothers where allowed to go to church with them, Sunday and her mother would go too and Sunday would present her with a beautiful bunch of wildflowers. . . Sunday was so lost in the dream now that she forgot that her hands and feet were stiff with cold, and as her eyes grew heavy she fell asleep with a smile on her face . . .
With a sigh, Sunday tried to loose herself in her favourite daydream. Her mother would tall and slender with fair hair exactly the same colour as her own, and her eyes would be as blue as bluebells. She wonderful food each day . . . There would be no more chores. On Mothering Sunday, when the children in the workhouse who were lucky enough to have mothers where allowed to go to church with them, Sunday and her mother would go too and Sunday would present her with a beautiful bunch of wildflowers. . . Sunday was so lost in the dream now that she forgot that her hands and feet were stiff with cold, and as her eyes grew heavy she fell asleep with a smile on her face . . .
