I was locked down for over six weeks in a home with no children. As I looked out onto the road, I would see a man on a bike, a woman on a bike, an occasional car driven by a woman or more often a man,but I never saw a child. I was beginning to miss the presence of children that gives me purpose, hope, and always delight. I thought of the story of the Pied Piper of Hamlyn, and what the town must have experienced when almost every child crossed through the tunnel that separated Hamlyn from the ‘other’ world.
Read more at the Bookworm website