Motherly instinct - a Haibun

                                                                       Attribution: Лъчо at Bulgarian Wikipedia
Image: Adorable pair (here)

Hank's sister two years younger has been unusually happy
these last few days  A nine-year-old tended to be a little
secretive. It would not be easy to understand them. She
used to be grumpy and often hid herself in her room sulking
when things did not come her way. We were quite used to it.
This morning I caught a glimpse of her rushing across the
lounge and disappeared into the store-room hiding something
behind her back. It was very unlike her. She used to confide
to me whenever she got into jams. I gave her about fifteen
minutes before swinging open the store-room door. She
would have jumped up surprised but not this time. She was
 composed, and whispered, 'be quiet!' in an authoritative
manner, at the same time pointing to some old rags at the
corner. Something stirred beneath and out popped two little
heads, the cutest I had seen. 'brought some food, Mom not 
aware of them. Jane gave them to me a week ago'

There were little dolls
Cut off from reality
Motherly instinct

Grace's at d'Verse with Lady Nyo's
Haibun Monday #28 -  childhood experience