You're a lucky girl.

*

I'm sitting at my desk in my usual cross-legged Zen way. It's 6.30 in the morning, the air is crisp, and from outside my room comes the familiar tinkle of plates and cups being washed in the kitchen sink and the footsteps of my Mum as she walks barefoot around the kitchen to prepare the family for yet another eventful day. The sounds I've woken to since the beginning of my school life that never cease to comfort me, the steady timeless rhythm that soothes while enveloping me in sweet, sweet Love.

The only kind of Love in this world, I think, that will never change. Unlike people.