Toni Le Busque's stories.

Today I removed the last of my mother’s personal items from her bedroom-
One of those spongy stress ball things, in the shape of a star, with her name writ on it in black felt pen.
A pair of her eye glasses.
And a photograph in a broken frame, the frame decorated with a carved acorn design.
The photograph is of my Aunt, my Uncle and my Mum, taken when my mother was about 4 and is signed, ‘To Mother, with love’.