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One Day, Nobody Will Call “Mum” From Another Room

I sometimes think about a future morning when my children have left home.

They are at university perhaps, or building lives of their own somewhere else. The house is tidy. My cup of tea is still warm when I drink it. Nobody is rushing downstairs. Nobody is calling “mum” from another room before 7am.

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