She’s there again. She always there. She knows exactly how to get what she wants.
I need to be busy. You know that. Can’t have too much time to think.
Here do you want to listen to music on mummy’s phone? Come on. Please. Mummy’s tired.
So she’s suddenly going to discover extra time in the week? Time that she’s only just found out about. How else will she fit it in?
Yeah, he’s feeling much better. Can’t get out of bed, but he’s doing ok.
It’s her passion though. That’s why. She has to have a chance.
At night, everything feels so final. So much so that you can’t sleep. But it always feels better in the morning.
I don’t know what I would do without you. Truly. You just listening is enough.
I hate not feeling useful. It’s hard. Give me too much time to think.
I see. At least I think I do. I hope so. It’s the only way that it can make sense.