She turns and looks directly at me.
"Mum, please", she pleads.
Her hand moves towards the door, her suitcase in hand, then hesitation.
"I have to do this, please don't cry".
I know I am making this harder for her, I really don't want to, I just cannot help myself.
The door opens and she leaves.
I can only stand and stare after her as the door closes and I stand alone in the hallway and let the tears fall.