It makes me feel better that she cares about that unknown family. Somehow it means that even though Cal’s death has changed both of us, it hasn’t changed us at our core. Mum and I were both there at the moment that Cal died, and sometimes I worry that seeing that has altered something so fundamental about us. Sometimes I worry we lost some of our humanness that day, and it’s not coming back. It’s hard to deny we’re harsher people without him, I think, watching Mum go out for another cigarette.
