By Enola Jones

Surely it hadn't been that easy.

But it had.

Casual conversation had revealed them -- one by one. And he'd made very sure to add his and his father's as well.

So it was that for Christmas, each of his father's five companions -- his uncles -- and his father each received a drawing of a rainbow. Each man's rainbow was topped by his favourite colour.

Ezra was ten years old. The sentiment and crudely drawn attempts at rainbows looked like the work of a much younger child. But each man treasured the attempt, recognising it for what it was.

Ezra had never had a chance to really be a child -- until he'd found Vin. Now, slowly, he was learning how to -- taking faltering steps in that direction.

And each one was a minor miracle -- the miracle of love.


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