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  • I was so worried about getting the charity jackernuts finished in time for the launch.
    Its for the Little Heroes Appeal; raising money to fund more available places at the nusery for blind children.
    I was labelling very last minute. At 3:17pm.
    The launch was at 4pm.

    When I arrived, the stand was filled with balloons.
    Tiny children in tiny t-shirts.
    Big smiles,
    by everyone.
    The chairman made a speech.
    A parent made a speech while a fidgety child wriggled in her arms.
    The child was adorable, barely three.
    Goldens curls, pink buckled shoes, a fondness for twirling.
    She wore pink rimmed glasses on her minute nose.
    Her eyes may have been lost but it didn't matter to her.
    She was intent on crawling out of her mother's arms,
    running into the centre of the crowd,
    grasping full attention,
    and doing one of her famous twirls.
    She was the star,
    the true little hero.

    Things like this put life in perspective, we should all open our eyes a bit more.
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