My little sister Maureen surprised me with my glitter slippers just over a week ago. She said she laughed when she saw them displayed in the shop and went back and bought them for me. She wrapped them lovingly in a décor box. That was my Dorothy moment. A tear formed in the corner of my eye blurring my vision. A moment to forever remember.
I'm not really a glitter person but I love these slippers. In my often drab life they bring a smile to my face. I am mesmerised when the light plays and dances upon them making them sparkle. They take on a life of their own. I've even posted them on Facebook for my family and friends to marvel at (or scratch their heads and wonder about my sanity!)
Little sister stayed overnight recently when she wasn't well. My glitter slippers were of no help to her. I did what I know best; I tempted her with food. In our family when all else fails - feed the problem!
So I did. I fed little sister, paracetamol, anti-histamine and anything (not meds) she felt like eating or drinking. I made her mango chicken curry which she couldn't eat and cupcakes with icing and strawberries. I offered her lemonade and icy poles.
What I really wanted was a magic wand which I could wave around like a mad woman and it would cure her ills and make her whole again. Yes, a fairy tale, an instant miracle but life is not like that.
Fortunately Maureen is recovering with the help of her doctor. It is a miracle itself what medical science has already achieved.
Thank you little sister for my lovely glitter slippers, I'm so pleased you're recovering.
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