Fragile memories

The family as witness

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  • Published 20260804
  • ISBN: 978-1-923213-22-7
  • Extent: 196pp
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ONE DAY, HE – her boy – comes home from a weekend at his father’s house, and she’s at the top of the front stairs waiting for him. He looks up at her, and he’s happy, he’s smiling. ‘Mum,’ he says, ‘you’re pretty boring.’ He pauses for a beat. ‘But I guess it’s good to have boring people in your life.’ When he reaches the top of the stairs he lifts his arms and hugs her.

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