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Love the longing that turns. That once it is gained has lost its edge. So familiar and I thought of my own childhood longings,to be part of friends families,to have a mummy like hers, then to be back with mine. Never a different dad, but not the one asleep after a pint at lunch time in front of the only telly in the house ! And then to be a parent,but a more competent /awake/present one than myself . Loving my own precious boy,but not this tantrum filled cross one! Inspiring me as you may notice…thankyou.

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Hi Louise, thank you so much for such a warm reply. there is so much that can be written about longing and how it changes and changes us as we get older.

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