Nicola Skinner

When you’re born, you’re a baby. That’s something we can all agree on. But you’re not just a baby. No.

You’re a story.

A beautiful, bouncing, gurgling story.

A tale to be treasured.

“Oh, and Thea Thrubwell is coming. Is that okay?” said Ivy.

Obviously, it was not okay.

“I guess that’s okay,” I said.