God Save Our Queen
“I got a present for you, Luv. It was from your Nan. She meant to give it to you before…you know. She couldn’t wait for today.”
Nan passed away last week. Nothing dramatic. She was old and died in her sleep. She was looking forward to the Jubilee. She loved the Queen.
I took the gift from Auntie. It was wrapped delicately in white paper with a corgi motif. The dog smiled and wagged its tail obediently. I…