Rachael’s story
Not sure if this is the right place but I wanted to tell you a tale of my mean,evil and greedy sister.When we were young (me about 5 her 9)we were allowed a bag of sweets every saturday while at gradma’s house, these nearly always included palmer violets (small round sweets). My greedy sister was never very happy with just her packet and after being told off for just taking mine she found an alternative way of getting them. Lying on the grass calling out in a very sad voice that she was dying and needed medicine, this medicine of course being MY Palmer violets, and being the caring sister that I was and not wanting my sister to die I would shovel my sweets into her mouth crying out “please don’t die, please don’t die” and low and behold the medicine worked every time. This worked for both of us with her being very happy having got my sweets and me being happy because I had saved her life. You may be surprised to know that this actually went on for a long time as I may have been a very caring sister I was not a smart one.