RAIN
I watch my son play football, and he waves at me every day.
I had never experienced such a burst of happiness until the first time he raised his hand and waved at me. Then, the fireworks exploded in my chest, and they haven't stopped since.
As usual, I linger by the gates and wait for him to run inside the car, where his driver awaits him. He does, only this time he doesn't get inside but instead looks at me.
When he starts running towards me, I think my heart stops for a second.
"I don't want to go home just yet," he looks up at me, those big blue eyes fixed on me. "Can I hang out with you for a while?"
"I- uh …" all speech leaves me as I stare at him in shock. I see the driver running towards us.
"Do you not want to hang out with me?" his child's voice pulls at my heartstrings.
