Agnieszka Wolsoncroft

by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft Sunday walk #sunday #winter #perthisok #grateful Yesterday morning, David was working, so it was just the two of us at the market. I had the list. Anya had the job. “Six potatoes, please.” Off she went. Back she came, a brown paper bag swinging in her hand, slightly out of breath, entirely pleased with herself. “What’s next, Mummy?” Broccolini. Aubergines. Tomatoes — and she is very particular about the tomatoes, pressing them gently the way she has seen me do,...

by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft Anya's 8th Birthday Cake #Birthday #birthdaygirl #grateful #happy #cakedecorating It was 5.30 on Monday morning when she appeared. We heard her before we saw her – the small, certain footsteps of a child who knows exactly where she is going. She walked into the dining room wearing her tiara. She had worn it the night before too, at the family dinner on Sunday, when she sat at the restaurant table with the people who love her and watched me carry in the cake I had...

by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft Sunset in the country, Bridgetown #Sunset #trees #beauty #grateful She held both my arms and looked me in the eyes. Not the way teachers sometimes do when they want your attention. The other way. The way someone does when they need you to understand that what they are about to say will matter — not just today, but for a long time after today. I was fourteen. She was my literature teacher, Ms Krauczunas, and she had just watched me collect another prize. I can still...