She's gone again.
No sooner does she turn up, shedding long, dark hair all round the house, than she is gone: leaving behind another batch of memories that will see us through until the next time.
Slightly different this time because we actually went and got her, but no less painful for seeing her go.
This time we actually got to go to the Island and 'do' a Wimpy. This time we 'did' fish fingers. This time the two ladies in my life 'did' a day shopping. This time we did an awful lot together. But what we did most was smile and laugh.
It was almost like the old days, but the old days always ended with a "Don't Let The Bed Bugs Bite" codicil. This time it ended with a "Phone me when you get home" plea.
We know she's grown up. We know she's independent. We know she's her own person. But we also know she's ours. Always was, always will be.
So forgive me if I sound a little maudlin: it's just that the fires burn a little less brightly just now.
But she'll be back.
From Scotland.
With matches.
To relight the fire.
'Cos that's what families do - bring a little light into each other's lives.
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