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Before the Light Goes Out

Yeah she loved me. I know that. My father told me on many occasions. "mummys ill but she told me she loves you" She never did though. She never spoke. It wasnt that she couldnt. Just she couldnt bring herself to speak to us.
What we did. What my father did. I`ll never know. She made sure of that when she re-decorated the bathroom.
  1. Through the windows
    My father, he was ten feet tall to me as a kid. Standing higher then any tree in our garden. With his grandad cardy and slippers, he looked like the Dad from those Kellogs adverts. And with all my heart. I loved him.