‘Farewell then, little lodger. I wish you would stay for ever but I understand that girls in their early twenties meet boys and go off to live with them in flatshares in Tooting.
I had such a soft spot for her, the builder boyfriend nicknamed her ‘mini-me’.
I taught her to ride and would pull her behind me on Grace like a duckling.
With her pink specs, white blonde hair and tiny frame, she looked like a miniature Daryl Hannah in the film Steel Magnolias. When we first met she peeped shyly at me through the thick lenses.
She began chattering away nervously and I don’t think she ever really stopped until she gave me notice a few days ago. I have never met anyone quite like her. We’re all unique, but some people are more unique than others.
She was absolutely pint-sized, and wore a lot of children’s clothes.
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