Part Two
Sophia
“Mummy.”
My face broke into a wide smile even with the rain thundering down on my face. Turning I had already crouched down before my son flung himself into my arms, nearly knocking me over. I laughed, lifting my face to the rain.
“Did you have fun at nursery today, Nicky?” I had asked the same question every day since he had started at the school, I worked in a few months ago. The British weather had gotten steadily worse, but his answer was always the same.
“Of course, mummy. I painted a picture.” As if to prove his point he waved the soggy piece of paper in front of my face. His chubby little fingers a myriad of colours. The paint not yet dry on it. Gently I plucked it from his hand before he could smack me in the face with it. His small hand closed arou
