Mary's best friend

Mary first met her best friend.

Well Mary’s mum met Maxine’s mum in the maternity ward and they took it from there. 

It was the first day home and Mary’s mum realized Maxine’s mum lived in the other street, their friendship got better and better as did Mary and Maxine’s. 

Mary couldn’t say Maxine to well so called her Xine instead. 

Mary and Xine were growing up so fast together  soon they were old enough to go to the village play group, where they could play with lots more children and learn lots of new fun things. 

On the first day Mary was so scared and refused to let go of mum’s hand and play with anyone! 

But Xine took her hand and dragged her over to the toys seeing as they couldn’t go and climb trees.

And there is was.  

The tractor.  

This tractor was the best, its pedals were not too stiff, and the seat not too high also the handles were not to large so wee hands could get a good grip on the steering.

Xine saw how much fun Mary was having with this she wanted a shot on it too.  

There were 5 other tractor toys but they were not the same, and not the best for Mary, neither were they for Xine.  

This became  a weekly  quarrel.  

Luckily they both  always forgot by the end of the day and all was forgotten until the next week when it would all begin again. 

By day Xine and Mary would try to out climb each other to the top of the tallest tree, or combine skills to create the most secure tree house balanced precariously between various branches. 

Mary always thought Xine was so lucky. 

She had an older sister and three older brothers. 

Mary  would’ve loved to of had an older sibling to protect her from those nasty bullies. 

Mum said she would have a word with the evil bullies parents and all the teachers but Mary didn’t think it would make any difference, but no Mary had Xine now so they could save one-another.

 Xine loved venison which was lucky as her dad was a game keeper; they always had the yummiest pies, sausages and burgers.  

But they didn’t have Mary’s nana’s pancakes.

 

They were the best with her homemade raspberry jam.  

Mary and Xine would help by picking all the juiciest, ripest raspberries for nana to turn into this ruby nectar of deliciousness. 

Mary and Xine became such good friends they would trade in sleepovers if our parents decided they both had behaved well enough.

 They both loved to put on shows with some acting, some presenting and some singing dotted in for fun. 

 Mary was sure both pairs of parents only smiled trying their best not to laugh at a supposedly serious point we were trying to present, they knew it was better than them both being bored and making a mess or worse. 

Mary hoped she could always be friends with Xine.  

Thank fully Xine thought the same; they both knew too many secrets.

©joannehepburn 158/04/2016