A Tale of Two Boys...

Went to work on Wednesday as usual this week. The weather was abysmal, after several glorious days of sunshine, the rain came and transformed everything into a misty grey picture. I parked the car in the Asda car park and ran to the community centre (yah, i really ran!!), the rain was refreshingly cool on my face and surprisingly lifted my mood. Once we got upstairs the almost picturesque grey scene could be seen standing still through the windows, the falling rain contorting the image ever so slightly. The stillness was broken when multicoloured bundles could be seen running towards the door, soon the same bundles could be heard charging up the stairs and poking their faces around the door. Looking back out of the window a new addition to the landscape could be seen, a blast of colour danced against the grey background, someone was flying a kite, a rainbow kite tugging for freedom, adding life to the whole scene. On closer inspection it was one of the boys from our youth club, with his dad, in the nearly empty Asda car park. The scene brought warm smiles to the staff's faces, how often was it that you saw a dad, with his son, flying a rainbow kite on a rainy June evening. The rest of the evening passed in the sluggish yet comfortable way things pass when it's raining outside and your warm, inside. Nine o clock came, and all the children left, apart from one boy, who was waiting for his dad to pick him up. The clock struck nine twenty, after making a phone call home to the boy's mum to remind her that her son was at the centre, the door was opened to his mum's boyfriend, who was drunk to the extent that he was wearing a short sleeved shirt, in the pouring rain, and until the door opened had had his arms out as far as they could go, singing as loud as he could.
Thus the boy went home, the staff all feeling the same sympathetic silence towards him.