I always was your little chatterbox.
I remember when you were feeling tired on the drive home after a fun family day out, you would get me to sit in the front of the car. Sitting next to you.
I was good at keeping you awake.
I’d chatter and chatter about everything and anything. Nonsense really. You would interject every once in a while and I would carry on.
I liked it. You seemed to like it too.
It made me feel important.
And now I’m sitting here, sitting next to you again.
You are too tired to concentrate and I am chatting away about nonsense. Just like old times.
Except it’s kind of not like old times really, is it.
Thank you for making me feel what I have to say is important. Because of you I have started this blog. People seem to like it too. But it’s all for you.
My chitter chatter always was.