Some thirty years ago, I used to carry my youngest daughter to the school, half a block away from the house.  She was blonde, red on her white cheeks, very cheeky, even with me. What a big patience from Dad…

Her face used to illuminate as soon as she saw Katy Pompar, her teacher, and that lot of friends, always surrounded by  Russel, Cosh, or  Campbell,  Harrison and another, distant classmate, Felix Ilsley. There were many more. Time passes away and one forgets names, but not faces, games and intimacy

children playing away

Time passes away. They grow up. They study. They ride their bicycles in our Cambridge town and surroundings countryside. Secondary School meets them at their eleven years of age, and six years later, the Pre University A level School. Camila was always a bright student. Just a glance on a book and the ideas, as also happened with our elder daughter Paula, became a memory in their minds.

To wake her up in the morning was an agony. She always wanted to sleep more! I used to go into her bedroom and bed and sung for her. It used to be a sweet lullaby to wake her up, very smoothly, lovely and tender. For a number of years, she came to be the woman of the house: her Mother used to work away from Cambridge, and I, away from UK. Problems of the adults…that children pay…

Time flew away. She became my soul mate, my companion, my caretaker. I am so grateful!

Because of family work, Felix had to leave St. Pauls’ Primary school….

Years later, they mate again…and the miracle

love and tenderness

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