To the two little girls sitting in the GP surgery on your parents’ knees, you are my inspiration.
I aspire to be blissfully ignorant like you, sitting there awaiting your fate behind the nurse’s curtain. Only old jaded beings need to know what you didn’t know. The needle that was about to pierce your arm; the pain that was about to change the course of a person’s life. In that moment you were untouchable, innocent, unafraid of anything, protected. And then you learnt pain, you learnt betrayal. You learnt. No longer ignorant. Now suspicious of bliss.