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CONNOR
I saw him at the front door as I was getting off the bike. Even though I hadn't seen my son in almost two years, I recognized him immediately. He came out onto the porch and stood at the top of the steps.
“Hello, there,” I called out to him.
“Mummy says I shouldn’t talk to strangers,” Kiwi told me.
“Your mummy is right, Daniel,” I told him.
He c****d his head to one side. “You know my name.”
“Yes, I do. I also know that today is your birthday, so I’m not really a stranger, am I?”
“I s'pose not.” He lumbered down the steps and approached the gate hesitantly. “Do you know my mummy, too?” he asked.
“Quite well.” I reached up and removed my helmet, and Kiwi smiled broadly.
“Daddy!”
