For the first 2 years of your lives we all lived together in our big house in the Midlands. The “big old house”, with the big old garden.
You don’t remember it. I do.
I remember how I was your full-time, stay-at-home Daddy. For your first year with Mummy, and for your second year by myself when Mummy went back to work, with reduced hours.
I remember it all so well. You don’t.
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We’d just finished their Saturday morning dance class – ballet & tap – which they’d really enjoyed.
We were sitting around drinking juice & hot drinks & eating crisps in the cafe there, which has now become something of a tradition.
There had been general chat about the class etc. but now, as there often is when children are focussed on eating & drinking, there was silence.
A silence suddenly broken by Jake:
“How do we die?”
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