This is Six
Plees forgiv me Sorre I am Reads the note scribbled in purple lying outside my bedroom in the dark hallway – it makes my heart melt like a marshmallow held over a bonfire even though a spot on my head still throbs from the corner of the magnetic tile that hit it from very clo se range. Afterschool play can often end in some tears and things flung about, generally not at me though so this time when Z threw a magnetic tile at me because I had not managed to put it in the exact spot he wanted, I was pretty surprised at how much it hurt my head and my heart. I sat there for a few seconds clutching my head and then just went up to my room – and when I came out, there was that melty note waiting for me. Zain is nearly 6 and when I look back at his photos even from last year, it astounds me how different he looks (those round cheeks keep getting slimmer, the ears stick out a bit more, the smile is just as impossibly cheeky – he’s lost two teeth!) and how much he has grown up into this beautif...