Andrew walks into the bedroom to spend time with you. He’s missed you, even if he’s been around you all day. He expects to see you writing or drawing. But he sees you doing something he didn’t expect. You’re learning the dying Irish language (Gaeilge).

“Love, what are you doing?” He asks softly, sitting down on the bed beside you. He just stares in awe as you’re teaching yourself how to write, speak, and read in Irish.