Casey and Kenny were going to their room after having dinner. Damien hadn’t come to have dinner with them that night. It was the first time he had missed dinner. Everything felt wrong, Casey was drowning in her own emotions being consumed by the worst of them yet having to put a smile on, for Kenny and her friends. Casey gave Kenny a bath and was about to put him to bed.
“Will you tell me a story, mummy?” Kenny asked. Casey’s heart expanded every time Kenny called her mum.
“What kind of story would you like to hear, my green-eyed baby?” she said as they snuggled on her bed, both in their pyjamas.
“Could you tell me about your parents? …A good memory, please?” he whispered quietly. Casey smiled, sadness in her eyes.
“Of course, baby, let me see.” Casey thought, “A good memory, a good me
