LOML and I have tried very hard to say, almost every day, almost every morning and evening, to Boo and to Skibo, "I love you". We say it in the morning when we leave, or when we drop them at school, or in the evenings at bed time: and they say it back, and kiss us.
And tonight, telling Boo to turn out the light and stop watching youtube at 10:15, the response was a (pre)-teenage sullen stare. I know tomorrow she will be back (temporarily?) to her usually lovely self, but for me, temporarily, I am
Yours,
Heartbroken,
N.
