It was me that wanted to cry as I walked out the door of the creche. It was me who looked back three times to make sure all was ok.
Isobel had her Dingle sheep with her afterall.
It was me who had to enlist a friend to stop me spending the hour peering through the window.
It was me who couldn't wait for it to be over.
But it was Isobel who smiled the most when I picked her up.
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