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Circus - Meet the Wildes
On the way to the circus they sleep in the car; two little children, heads lolling onto their shoulders. They look like the dolls I used to mother; they look like somebody else’s children. It takes me by surprise sometimes that I have babies of my own, that my babies are such nice people. They are beautiful, dreaming silently. Their eyelashes flutter as we bob gently across the speed bumps; it takes my breath away to think that they are mine. I notice that in the breach between car seats, my sons are holding hands. I don’t know what to expect of the circus. I don’t know if they are too young to sit through two hours of entertainment; I don’t know if they will understand the humour. But they are always so willing to come anywhere with me; they call it an ‘adventure’ even though I am the least…