Proserpina

The large windows were open and the sunlight was now streaming in, gradually. Drapes in rich yellow hues danced in the gentle breeze coming in.

The rays of the sun fell on my children as they stood, side by side and it played on their golden curls. They stood like two golden angels in their overcoats and pyjamas, observing Paddy. The young fellow was looking away, lowering his head, focusing on a tiny piece of thread he had picked from his cardigan.

I felt my ...