Meriel gripped her daddies’ hands, swinging herself along between them, trying to make them go faster. Blonde hair in pigtails, looking smart in her new school uniform, shoes polished to a shine, she was full of excitement about finally starting school.
“I’m going to make lots of friends and learn everything,” she told her fathers. “Hurry up, Taddy, I don’t want to be late.”
Ianto picked up the pace, aware that he’d been dragging his heels, oddly reluctant for his daughter to take this big step. Surreptitiously he wiped away a tear. Their little girl was growing up so fast.