My body is 35, male, and therefore won't let go of any tears. But last night I dreamed of crying, softly, peacefully, sadly.

I have started calling my daughter, Beth, 'my little rainbow'. She loves rainbows, she colours everything in rainbow splashes and stripes. It's absolutely lovely. She warms my heart every day, with streaks of blue, red, yellow and green, gold and silver, pink and purple.

That's the other reason she is my rainbow. "Someday I wish upon a star, wake up where the clouds are far behind..." She reminds me of this hope. There must one day again be a time where my troubles can melt like lemon drops.