'Feared tae open it ?' Ah want tae throttle that mither ay mine, she crept up on me jist as I got the letter from the hospital. I jist wish she'd keep her nose ootae ma business, mithers eh? then she went oan bletherin' aboot wee Madonna in the nativity; 'Is she no the virgin Mary?' Like the lead sheep's no good enough? Virgin Mary? virgin' oan the ridiculous mair like. Anyway, never mind the letter, they phoned me, I've got a cancellation at the hospital so it must be serious, I'll know the results soon enough though, it's wee Madonna's day, no mine.
Och ma wee girl, she's gonnae be the best sheep ever, she's happy bein' in the background , no like some of them , anyway what does it matter , as long as all the wee weans get a chance eh? Her wee baas , she's been practising and she can baa as good as the rest of them. Some mothers, they cannae see past their own; bummin' them up nae end. I know Madonna's a special wean but ah don't want her knowin' that too soon, ah don't want tae spoil her. The lead sheep; well that's a no bad start, don't want her becoming the Virgin Mary too soon, plenty of time fur that eh? och did ye see ma wee Madonna's furry ears? absolutely gorgeous.
But then I couldnae help hearin' the Virgin Mary had hurt her wee ankle I thought it wis divine intervention but they wouldnae listen, ma wee Maddie has the voice of an angel, I don't mean tae be mean but we all know whit's goin' on there eh? that wee understudy Julie Slorrich, even her name sounds like someone wae the dry boak, she's got the face of an angel but the voice of Charlie Chaplin, pity her mammy's got the bank book of John Paul Getty if ye know whit I mean. I know ye think I'm a terrible mither but I'm jist fightin' fur what's right, whit mither wouldnae?
When I saw the nativity rehearsal ah thought gies a break! Julie Slorrich, a nice enough kid but no way is she gettin' the gig when ma wee lassie is the best chanter in Shieldinch and I didnae mind who heard. I didnae care if the audition wis three o'clock, whit did it matter, what's done is done. Wee Madonna deserved a chance no matter what wis happening wae me.
Well three o'clock came and went, ah wis beilin' wid ye believe that Murray turned up late? I could have made it fur my appointment at the Gynaecology but let's no go there, anyway nearly an hour we waited, then Madonna, well, she sang like a wee birdie, I wis nearly greetin' I don't know if it wis her wee voice or me thinkin' aboot the hospital, that Murray tried tae pull a fast one, that Mrs Slorrich, she must think she's royalty or somethin' spalshing her cash aboot like Imelda Zarkosi or Paris Hiltop or whitever their names are ? but me and Liz were ready fur Murray's carry on, girl power eh Liz? And guess whit, she got the part , ma wee angel is gonnae be the Virgin Mary, at last, something good happened tae the Mullens. I'll be able to sit wae Jimmy and watch Madonna sing her wee heart oot. I'll need tae get a camera , I need tae make the most of these wee memories, who know's whit's gonnae happen but at least Madonna is a wee star, nobody can take that away from me.
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