There is a little red-headed girl who lives at the end of our street. It is her birthday today. I know this because her parents decorate the tree in their front garden with balloons and stars each year on her birthday. I do not know the family but every year when the balloons and stars go up in the tree I heave a sigh of relief and quietly wish the little red-headed girl another happy birthday.
It is not that she has a life threatening condition or illness, as far as I am aware, but that each summer she has been running, cycling and playing ball games in the street. This began as soon as she could walk and has always been unsupervised by any responsible adult. I am simply glad that she has survived to play another year.
Ours is not a busy street and it is a 20mph zone but I am amazed that in her short life she appears to have avoided injury or death as she runs and cycles back and forth across the street. I suppose, like us, other drivers know that she is there and reduce speed accordingly but she must also lead a charmed life to have reached another birthday. May you have many more birthdays little red-headed girl. I just wish your antics didn't leave me with my heart in my mouth so often!
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