Last year I didn't know such places existed. Now I do. I pass these towns taking her to school, and on my return journey back.
Didcot Parkway, Stroud.
A year ago, he was here to help. She was a new girl, in a new school, in a new country.
This year she said, Mom, I can move back by myself.
I know you can. But while Mom is still able, I can help you- the bags are heavy.
She was assigned a new room. We moved one bag yesterday. We moved another bag today. She had boxes. Her friends helped. I had a train to catch.
Cheltenham, Gloucester.
At Gloucester, the train will stop for a while, then move in the opposite direction. So I always change seats at Gloucester.
We hugged tightly.
Mom, don't cry, her voice was stern in jest.
Have a wonderful year, Summie! Enjoy yourself!
I kept my sunglasses on.
London Paddington, my favourite station, arrived.
Where will we be next fall? I can't seem to conjure it up.
I wondered aloud instead- What's it like to come from a happy family, Summie?
I never worry about stuff, she said. Because I know you'll be there for me.
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| There with her, for her, on the steps of her current school. |
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