i sat with my mother as she ironed a couple of my father’s shirts last night. she brought me up to date with news about the family, things i’ve missed while i was “busy saving lives”. just listening to her talk made me realise just how much i miss her, how much i miss even my father, whom i’m hardly close to.
it’s sobering to accept that your parents are only ordinary people, but i find that it’s the best part of growing up.
it’s nice to be home.