- Seeing a brother and sister playing poolside at the resort. They were having such fun, mum and dad were drinking cocktails and looking on. I looked on too, thinking what joy it would give me if I were their mother to see them enjoying themselves, and each other, so much. Then I sipped my own cocktail and looked in another direction.
- Two little blond girls on the train with their mother and father, coming back from the Weekend market. They had bought shiny, sparkly mirrors. They fought over which colour - the older girl won of course - and they played with the mirrors. They could have been me and my sister. And suddenly, tears came to my eyes. That's the first time that has happened in public for a number of years. Thank goodness for sunglasses.
And yet, even acknowledging that these moments made me sad, I realise that others would also find these sad. My niece is an only child, and will always be. My sister could equally have had such a reaction, knowing little CJ will never have the joy of playing with a brother or sister like that. Was I sad for her or for me or for us all?