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A surge of joy fills my heart as a herd of little people runs towards me shouting “Auntie Libby, Auntie Libby,” writes Elizabeth Gomm.
Walking down the lane between Happy House our school to meet our youngest kids at home time, I can see them in the distance ambling along.
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| A smile from David |
Then they see me and start running as fast as their little legs can carry them.
Thomas is at the front of the pack, a powerpack full of energy even at the end of the day.
Each child greets me, jumping up for a hug or a high five.
If only we could bottle and sell the magic of moments like this, and we’d never have to worry about money again.
