I was just thinking about how different life felt now she’d left us, scuffing my shoes on the ground and kicking pebbles as I tried to keep the tears in my eyes from falling down my cheeks. Boys don’t cry. That’s what my dad told me when I’d sobbed and hugged my mum as she dangled in the bedroom. Even my hugs hadn’t woken her up. Maybe I should’ve been a better boy; then she would’ve stayed.
