The bell rings and children come pouring out of school, the excitement is tangible: They’re on holiday!
We get home, I hastily finish packing the suitcase, admire T’s new car, put the car seats in, the children are so happy they’re going on holiday. Wait, something’s wrong… I’m not coming. The car pulls out, I am ripped by pain, I want to curl up and scream. I smile and wave.