Schoolbag in hand, you’d leave home in the early morning, waving goodbye with an absentminded smile. Alex would watch you go with a surge of that well-known sadness, then she’d have to sit down for a while.

She felt that she was losing you forever, and without really entering your world. She was grateful for all the moments where she could share your laughter, but does she ever see what’s in your young mind? Each time she thought she was close to knowing, you kept on growing.

With sleep in your eyes, you and Alex were sat at the breakfast table. Barely awake, she was letting precious time go by. Then, when you’re gone, there’s that odd melancholy feeling, and a sense of guilt she can’t deny.

What happened to the wonderful adventures? And the places she had planned for you to go? Her time with you was slipping through her fingers.