“Let’s go into the field and play”. I heard one of the school children say to another one evening when i went to pick my son up from school.
“That would be a good idea”, I thought to myself. I got out of my car and I hopped along with the kids as they ran into the field to play. They were in several small groups of same age and some of same sex, they played different games and ran all over the large football field.
I kicked my slippers away and jumped up and down with reckless abandon. It felt so good to be free and happy like the children. It had been such a long time. I envied the kids, i started to wish I could do this again.
“Mummy SonTer, mummy SonTer, ah, mummy SonTer”. Someone was calling out to me, I felt a light tap on my hand and when I turned to look at the person who had been trying to get my attention, I realised it had all been in my head. I had been sitting in my car all the while, wishing I was out in the field, playing with the children.
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