...picked up on a long walk and carried home in your pocket
Saturday, August 4
Ramona at eighteen months
She wanders away from her parents. I follow her outside. Together we chase after a blackbird. She blows kisses at it. The blackbird flies a little way off, we follow. A little way off. We follow. Suddenly she looks around and there is a big field of grass between her and her mummy. Until they are back in sight I can't stop her tears.