11 September 2013
Letter to Csilla
Sometimes your child makes a friend and that friend is just such an appealing person that, if the friendship fades, you feel a ridiculous sense of loss and disappointment. Sometimes you feel that loss far more keenly than your child, for whom the friendship has simply waned in the natural and inexorable way of childhood.
Grace's friend, Csilla, goes to a different school, and they see less of each other than they did at kinder last year. In place of thrice weekly meetings, they have intermittent playdates interspersed with occasional correspondence. I hope Csilla is always one of Grace's'Frans'.