Sam is sleeping on the grass in a pool of sunlight. Anna and Emily are spotting butterflies but mostly squabbling.
“Please stop fighting,” I urge through gritted teeth for the umpteenth time, “you will wake Sam.”
We all look at Sam just as a butterfly lands on the grass by her face and we all point in awe.
“But mum you should want Sam to wake up,” Anna says, with a hint of triumph in her voice, “so that she can enjoy this beautiful moment.”
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