What I see

The Shoemaker's Daughter. A memoir of days, both past and present, by Rhonda Mason.

It is just after seven in the morning.

I’ve just put Lewis back down in his cot after his early morning feed and am heading back downstairs to take my tablets.

I walk past Jamie and Pete’s room and detect quiet whispers. It’s still dark in their room, and I surmise they must both still be in bed.

I walk past Gus and Bear’s room, and I see that the blind is up.

Angus is reading Harry Potter in his bed – I can’t see his face, as it’s completely obscured by the book.

Bear is up too.

He is sitting quietly on his bed, and he is sitting very still.

I can’t see his face either as he is staring out the window – up at the dark, grey sky.

I have never seen him so poignant, so contemplative, and the moment tugs at my heart…