I couldn’t stand the thought of sitting inside a taxi with someone asking where I was going, so decided to walk home.
I stayed at the hospital until a nurse gently told me there was nothing else I needed to do.
Nothing else.
I hated those words.
There should always be something a mother can do.
I couldn’t stand the thought of sitting inside a taxi with someone asking where I was going, so decided to walk home.
She used to meet me there every Thursday.
Halfway there, I passed Helen’s favorite café.
She used to meet me there every Thursday.
« You’re predictable, » I’d tease.