And sometimes it hits you when you when you’re walking down the street,

Fathers smiling with their kids, playing with them, hugging them, protecting them.

You watch as you lay our eyes on that child and you sense that they feel safe, that nobody could hurt them.

You sense their innocence, their parent loves and cares for them above all else.

It hits you when you see Mothers holding their babies, rocking them, kissing them on the forehead

Or teenagers linking arms with their mothers, smiling and laughing together

It hits you as you’re walking alone, having that relationship, or lack of, shoved in your face and it still rips you apart

You feel everything all at once, carrying it around everywhere you go.

You wish that you were the little girl with pigtails, looking up at their father with love and trust in their eyes,

Their eyes wide and their smile big and you find yourself imagining what that is like.
 
And then you get the agonising snap back to reality when you look away and realise you didn’t have that, and you never will.

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