Mr Golden Sun, please shine down on me.

Laila squelches down in the front seat of the car and closes her eyes to shield them from the sun. I am comfortably ensconced behind my glares and want to know if she wants to move at the back. We are doing the daily drive to school.

‘No Mama, the sun’s kissing my eyes,’ she smiles and informs me. ‘I like it.’

And I laugh and learn, yet again, how wonderful it is to feel the warm sun on your face.

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