This story / endearment is inspired by my sister: a brilliant FunAunty. I’m blessed to have a beautiful sister to love my children. When I was writing and thinking about this conversation my sister has with my daughter, I remembered my own mother; what she used to call my three sisters and I. We all had different sausage names (maybe not so charming as pumpkin, but we loved it!) But why did we love it? It made us feel unique and special. My sister is now doing the same for her children. Now, I have to think of something for my children. Thinking… thinking.
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