New Year’s Eve 2014
Age: 18
“Are you going to tell him?” Mum asked as we entered the function room. The room looked the same every single year, but it held so many memories. Once again, the nostalgia and familiarity brought comfort, rather than the dread it used to fill me with.
“Yeah, of course I am,” I replied, a little irritable at my mum’s constant questioning, as this wasn't the first time she had quizzed me about this. It wasn’t my mum’s fault, though. I just needed to take a deep breath and sort myself out. “I’m trying to find the right moment.”
“Well, you have to tell him sometime.” Dad chipped in. He usually let my mum take the lead on the line of questioning, but I knew he had a soft spot for Robert (of course, he did; everyone did), and he didn't want me to do anything that
