How I would marry Tommy and we would have two children – one boy and one girl. We would live in a cottage in the country and grow vegetables and I would collect eggs from our own chickens. I would grow old with Tommy beside me. Those hours were a waste of time. Happy endings only happen in fairy ...
‘And where’s my bag?’ I put down my science book (all I ever seem to do these days is schoolwork) and look blearily up at Mum. I don’t know why she’s asking me. She knows I’ve been sitting here for the last hour. ‘No,’ I tell her. ‘No to which one?’ she says, bending down and dragging her bag out...
Dad went to see Mum without me and Isaac, and then last night he brought Mum home from St Mary’s. Instead of going to bed, she came to sit at the kitchen table and told us all – Dad, Leah, Isaac and me – that she wouldn’t go back to the hospice or the hospital again. She had wasted enough time an...