Mother courage
the long walk home
Sep 7, 2018 · 6 min read

Other kids seemed to have nice mothers. Kind mothers. Mothers who met them at the school gates with a smile and a favourite scooter to ride home on. Mothers who hugged them tight and asked them how their day had been.
My mother never met me at the school gate. My mother didn’t even get up out of her armchair to say hello when I walked in the door.


