We don’t see he and his sister very often. They live so far away. And yet the thought of him touches me, still. Last time we stayed with them he got upset over some homework that he’d missed. I felt his anxiety and recognised that need to keep going over and over it both in his mind and verbally at the dinner table, in an attempt to make it all right. A gentle boy and kind. I am glad he is part of my life, however distant.
