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My beautiful Byron,

I am writing from Johannesburg, in a coffee shop, where it is 35C. Very hot.

I was clearing stuff out of Yaya’s house earlier where I came across a pile of photos she has of you. Her photo’s run up until her 80th birthday. That was 2015. After that there is nothing. You were four in the last photo she has of you.

2015, June, was her 80th and that year I had booked to take you with me to see Yaya , attend her 80th and also to see beautiful Maria, who was hoping to see you for the last time. I had your ticket booked. I was going to fly to London to collect you, we were to spend two weeks in South Africa and then fly to California for three weeks. That was our summer holiday plan for you and me in June 2015. To the point I had paid for your ticket before family court animosity cancelled your trip. And as you know, that cancellation ended our chance of having summer holidays together.

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