Love In Neon Yellow

“Soooo, how did that orphan-hosting thing go for you guys?” she asks me casually as we head across the blacktop together to collect our kids from school. “From Facebook at least, it looks like you had fun with the boy – what’s his name – Dima?”

A pang of hurt dives deep somewhere in me at the unexpected sound of his name, while simultaneously a smile breaks out across my face. I answer, “Yes, Dima.” And I’m thinking of a quick way to sum up all those feelings before we reach the picnic benches and our waiting kids, but what I think of first, immediately, is yellow. The soccer shoes. The neon yellow soccer shoes, to be exact. Read more