Write One Leaf About a Costume You Have Worn

Just going to post my collection of "leaves" from the last couple of
months. Most of were without planning and completely unedited. They
were just a bit of fun.

‘But, Mum…’

‘No buts. You’re coming with me and your brothers, and that is final.’

‘Fine, but I’m not dressing up.’

‘Your brothers are dressing up and so will you.’

‘They’re both three!’

‘Your older brother is too. A cute little jester this year.’ He rolls his eyes at his mother. ‘Don’t roll your eyes at me! You will be a knight this year and that is the end of it.’

She takes the costume out of her wardrobe and waves it in front of his eyes. He runs his hand through his short cut hair. ‘Go on, get changed.’ She pushes the costume toward him and he sighs from
frustration. He would go to the stupid medieval festival but he would not enjoy it.

The jester comes into the room just as the future-knight leaves. ‘And how’s my favourite little jester?’ his mother asks.

‘I’m good mummy.’

‘That’s good.’ She messes up the hair of her quickly growing son. ‘You will always be my baby.’ The knight, all dressed and polished, is just close enough to hear that. He knows it’s the truth. He was the
accident, never meant to be born in the first place.

‘You’re deluded if you think I’m going to love you,’ he mutters to himself, glaring at his mother. She doesn’t hear a word.