SWEET SIXTEEN“Happy
Birthday to you, happy birthday to you. You look like a monkey, and you smell like one too!”
The variation of the happy birthday song was predictable. Matthew had
learned it at nursery school. It had amused him then,
and it still did. Because he laughed so much after he’d sung it, Daisy let him
away with it.
Matthew loved birthdays in general. They didn’t have to be his. He’d
burst into Daisy’s room that morning, not waiting for her to open her eyes and
sit up before he started singing.
Daisy sat up slowly, consciousness returning slowly.
“Sweet sixteen and never been kissed!” her mum stood at the door, her
arms folded. “Well, that last bit isn’t true.” She was grinning, though.
“Happy Birthday, love.” She walked over to the bed and dropped a kiss on
top of
