Thomas Kinkade HOMETOWN MEMORIES

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What I'm afraid of," said Will after a minute, not looking at her at all, "is getting stuck somewhere and never seeing my mother again."
From being like that to me; she was the housekeeper at Jordanshe did was make sure I was clean, that's all she thought about... oh, and manners... But in the cave, Will, I really felt, oh, it's strange, I know she's done terrible things, but I really felt she was loving me and looking after me... She must have thought I was going to die, being asleep all that time, I suppose I must've caught some disease, but she never stopped looking after me. And I remember waking up once or twice and she was nowhere a memory came to him: he was very young, and it was before her troubles began, and he was ill. All night long, it seemed, his mother had sat on his bed in the dark, singing nursery rhymes, telling him stories, and as long as her dear voice was there, he knew he was safe. He couldn't abandon her now. He couldn't! He'd look if she needed it.And as if Lyra had known what he was thinking, she said warmly:"Yeah, that's true, that would be awful... You know, with my mother, I never realized... I just grew up on my own, really; I don't remember anyone ever holding me or cuddling me, it was just me and Pan as far back as I can go... I can't remember Mrs. Lonsdale