End of the day
By 5.30 I am feeling tired and frazzled.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me I say to my husband when he comes back from work
I feel like I have sun stroke or something
Don’t you mean daughter stroke? he smiles
The image of my little girl, caressing my face with her pink perfect fingers, like soft rays of evening sun, makes me feel all-of-a-sudden better.