with Ma on her bed asleep. I spend a moment of ten to long looking her over, listening to her heart and her breathing.
Then I looked around the room. The photo of Ma and Da by her side, and her favourite blanket draped over her bed. Her book, an iPad, and a full bag of things set to the side.
#TheKid was already looking to the door before I came in, his shoulders had been tense, but dropped a little on seeing me.
“Are we moving in?” I muttered under my breath. -