Category: family

• 11th Feb 2023

  Bittersweet memories

  

  The lights are shining warmly on the two-metres Christmas three in the living room. To me it is taller than two metres, it is seven, it is ten, as I look at it from my metre and a bit. I am eight or nine, and I am about to start my favourite activity of the…
• 24th Jan 2023

  Wanting to call home

  

  The other day I picked up the phone to call my mum, like thousands of times before, but my feeling was different. I wanted to call her. In the past I mostly called her because she was pressing me to do so, tapping into my sense of guilty. “You never call”, “when we call you…