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  • "Look outside Rachel there's a rainbow" our friend said & led my daughter to look out of my son's window. She looked back at me her face filled with awe. "Look Mummy, Wainbow" she said repeatedly. "Let's go and tell Daddy" I said.
    The rainbow wasn't particularly bright but she was so excited and I wanted her to share the moment with him too. We rushed downstairs, "Daddy, wainbow", she dragged him to the back garden for a better view. We tried to encourage her speech and we recited the colours with her. She managed to find pink in there somewhere, her favourite colour.
    She was gesticulating that she wanted to go to the rainbow and was very upset because we wouldn't take her. How do you explain to a 3 year old that you can't touch a rainbow. We tried our best but she'd seen cartoon characters on the television do it, I understood why she thought she could.
    Then just as quickly as it had appeared, the rainbow had gone. We pretended it had gone behind the clouds but knew the beautiful optical illusion wouldn't reappear. As we distracted her from her brief grief, I was grateful that her lost rainbow was the only thing in the world that she had to worry about. I wished that that would always be true.
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