Chapter 1: i

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In which a woman finds herself opening her heart to a sad five year old child, and his quiet dad.

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When I met him on a rainy afternoon

the air smelt like gardenias.

My black oxford pumps were soaked

from accidentally stepping

on a puddle,

and the tiny yellow umbrella

I held up

barely saved me from the chilly rain.

When I met him on a rainy afternoon,

the sky was pink and blue.

I was starving and almost craving

to smell the stuffy scent

of my closed up home's

small living room.

When I met him on a rainy afternoon,

his son held my feet out of the blue

and called me mum.

He rushed out of the restaurant

only seconds later,

his cheeks a pale flushed hue.

When I met him one day

on a rainy afternoon,

he looked up into my eyes

and apologised.

And inside my head,

I thought to myself...

what a lovely way to meet

a lovely man

on such a lovely rainy afternoon.

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