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 and now she wanted to be here with us. ‘Hurray!’ said Isaac, immediately getting up to put a smiley face on the wall planner – his way of telling us that he’s having a good day. ‘Aunt Leah cooked pasta for tea yesterday, but it wasn’t the right sort. We need you here, Mum.’ As soon as I wake, I go out to the studio and grab my camera. I know exactly what I want to take photographs of now and it feels good to have a mission, something to be focusing on. These are the most important pictures I’ll ever take – proof that my mum is the bravest, strongest, best mum in the world. I stay off school again today. I don’t even think about going and Mum and Dad don’t say a word.
