i saw a very beautiful picture today. even now, i can see it in my mind's eye. it's a very simple scene, one the many will overlook. still, it took my breath away. my darling little boy, under his large colourful umbrella, with a box of egg tarts in hand, waiting just outside the bus stop in the summer shower. just as no one will understand why he did that, no one will want to understand my beautiful boy and his snapshot, a memory.

i saw a little patch of grass and wildflowers growing in the middle of the road, surrounded by tarmac and concrete. despite being hedged in on all sides by danger in various forms, it flourished, beautifully green and lush. and i hope that my darling boys and girls will always remember what it is like to have the odds stacked against them and still triumph. and i hope that they will be able to, because they deserve to, more than anyone else.