I’ve been blue this week. A good friend will be leaving for new opportunities, as they say, and is not likely to ever return.
She isn’t my friend, however—she’s Gulshan’s. Christine is a little girl in my daughter’s daycare. She’s older than all the rest of the children, bright, happy, able to walk and talk (if idiosyncratically). Next week Gulshan’s carer mentioned that this was her last week, and she’d be starting pre-school.
It hit me like a bombshell.
