I tie a bib under her neck and begin the long task of spooning strained vegetables into her mouth.
She keeps batting it away and I become cross, snap at her, then feel guilty.
At last the ordeal is over. As I wipe away the mush in her hair she gives me such a huge grin I have to laugh and kiss her.
'Mum, you know I love you,' I say.
She beams up at me again and claps her hands.
a line of raindrops