What We Wanted
We all got what we wanted that year. I got my new experiences. Dad got more attention, more love. Mum got more trips out in the car, more time on her own.
The only trouble was: my new experiences were blue light journeys, a new vocabulary, witnessing terrible things. Dad got more attention than he bargained for: all those invasive tests and procedures, unmitigated by us holding his hand. Mum got her car trips – all to the same place, except this last time. And now she has all the time in the world to rattle round the empty house alone.