Still, quiet, motionless the toy did not move, out of my reach I’m powerless to check with my grandchild on my lap willing for the wheels to turn, for the car to creep once more across the floor.
Their eyes meet mine disappointment fills the air, a room full of toys yet tears form for one. First use for the plaything it can’t be broken (can it?). From all the cars I chose one from the back in their favourite colour, the toy does not work but when I put the batteries in it lights flash, life kicks in and joy restored.
Their eyes meet mine disappointment fills the air, a room full of toys yet tears form for one. First use for the plaything it can’t be broken (can it?). From all the cars I chose one from the back in their favourite colour, the toy does not work but when I put the batteries in it lights flash, life kicks in and joy restored.
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