Today I was tidying up my handbag a little. I have to do it once in a while to remove the million receipts I throw in there and to reduce the number of lipsticks I carry (let it be known half of them are Raven’s, who sneakily throws her make up in for me to carry).
I saw my Gladiator keyring and smiled. It’s a little string doll, part of a large collection where each and every one is a symbol of good luck for something specific.
My cute gladiator is a warrior, picked by Raven as a gift for me months ago.
His little tag says:
I will help give you strength to fight for all the things you believe in.
My daughter is fabulous, isn’t she?