Sorrow

Proserpina

I took to spending time on the comfortable rocking chair on the bluestone patio. My eyes followed my children, Ria and Piers as they played on the wide lawn. Little Claude was on the grass, a nanny beside him. Sophie’s nephew Paddy was with the twins and I could see the way Piers was protectively helping him, trying to make him understand the game of chase they were playing.

I smiled. I was now in my first trimester and although it had been relatively smooth sailing till now, I was suddenly finding it difficult. The morning sickness had returned with a vengeance. Sleeplessness as well, which kept me tossing and turning. I would sometimes get up in the middle of the night and steal down to the kitchen for a cup of tea.

Yes, tea.

I smiled to myself.

I had discovered that I enjoyed tea. Especially flavoured tea, the masala chai I had first tasted when I was in Bhutan.

Last night, I had been doing the same when Sophie trailed in, looking concerned and vaguely unhappy.

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