I sit on the shelf, a little bit smug because, unlike the human that made me, I carry all five of my children inside my rotund body – I get to carry them all my life.
My painter was a very good artist, he did us proud.
I enjoyed his gentle brushstrokes on my body when he worked on me. I love the duck egg blue scarf he gave me. He painted flowers on our tummies. We all have beautiful almond shaped eyes, once I overheard him say to his wife that our eyes were the same shape as hers.