Every thing and Nothing

20: Pitter patter

There is a pitter patter of small feet. Joyful giggles fill the air, quickly followed by squeals. Someone is singing somewhere. The smell of sweat and food being cooked fills the summers day. You can hear the cries of a baby and the gentle humming of a mothers. There is cold drinks being passed around and scraped knees being plastered. Runny noses are wiped and crumbs are cleared. Hugs and hellos are exchanged. The burning smell of a barbecue and crunching and munching circle the air. I'm sitting watching the scene. Waiting, watching, smiling. I'm laughing and friendly banter is being smacked back and forth. I'm shaken out of my thoughts when a girl comes running at me, her siblings not far behind. She is shrieking with laughter and calling to me "mummy, hide me".
Now one day I told you that maybe I will be okay, today is that day. I'm shaken out of my revelations of another indignant yell. I grin and rush to obey, all the while, the pitter patter of feet following me.