After blowing out my birthday candles, my nine-year-old granddaughter asked. “What did you wish for, Nan?”
I told her I wished I could bottle sunshine and keep it for the grey days. The next day, my granddaughter came round to see me with her mother and they were both smiling. That was sunshine enough for me.
I could see she was hiding something behind her back, so I asked what she had been up to. She handed me a small bottle filled with yellow paint. I could see that she had poured out the excess paint, making it translucent.
“It’s your wish, Nan. Sunshine in a bottle.”
I put it on my kitchen windowsill so whatever light catches it, I am reminded that sunshine comes in strange ways…
By Anita Dawes