Oliver stared at the ever-growing pile of dirty plates in the sink and sighed, mum normally took care of things, mum took care of everything and now he was on his own.
He didn’t like to admit it, not to himself, not to anyone: he missed her. Six weeks now and they said it would get easier. When, when would it get easier?
You’ll cope in time they said, stand on your own two feet, make her proud. He hoped he made her proud, he glanced at his watch, maybe it was time.
He picked up the phone, “hello boy.”
He didn’t like to admit it, not to himself, not to anyone: he missed her. Six weeks now and they said it would get easier. When, when would it get easier?
You’ll cope in time they said, stand on your own two feet, make her proud. He hoped he made her proud, he glanced at his watch, maybe it was time.
He picked up the phone, “hello boy.”
