Hitting it home

I went to see the stage adaptation of To Kill a Mocking Bird this week. Thoroughly recommend it. Anyway there was, for me, a very poignant line at the end of the first half. The girl, Scout, was asking her older brother how old both she and he were when their mother died: he was 6 and she was 2.

Same age as my two are now.

I shed a tear at that point and tried very hard to promise something to myself.

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