Why you crying, Mumma?

Because I'm sad baby girl, I replied. But I birthday girl and I give you a hug, she said. And so she did. This was how the conversation with my three-year-old little birthday girl ended this morning as the tears streamed unbidden down my face.  Hot, silent tears over vegemite toast. Tears that I couldn't hide, even though I tried. …

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