Daily story, January 14, 2025

When I was six I could turn a perfect cartwheel. Legs straight up, one smooth motion. It felt like magic. I’ve no idea how it looked from the outside. I know I knocked mum’s best vase of the mantelpiece once. These days, all I can imagine is how it would look from the outside. I don’t know what it feels like at all. My mum’s best vase, with the chip glued back into the neck, sits on my mantelpiece now. I take it down and wrap it safely in a blanket before I begin.