Meet you halfway

“The Floriade flower festival was boring. All tulips, en masse. Yellow here, purple there, pink, red, boring. We trudged around the clay-coloured paths, stepping on her footprints. It was another ominous sign: when you’re responsible for children, whether they’re yours by blood or by the education system, you don’t let them walk behind you. You drop back and make sure you can see them.”

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