100 Happy Days Revisited - #15: Love

There is a Grade 1 student in my current school who comes to visit me almost every lunch time. Sometimes she just puts here head through the door and waves, sometimes she comes into the room and draws pictures on my board, or steals nuts and raisins from my lunch, and sometimes she climbs up on my knee and lies back, contentedly resting her head on my shoulder. This makes me happy, and for the first time in my life I think maybe I have missed out on something by not having children.