I came home yesterday at bad o’clock in the morning and walked into the darkness of the kitchen.
I saw a photo of Bruno on the screen of Gethin’s phone, that I haven’t seen before.
He is cute, smiling into the middle distance, with a knowing look.
For the first time I saw a glimpse of the man.
This carefree little chap with a mop of badly cut hair will have serious thoughts, hard choices, an aching heart.
His eyes look like mine but they are his.
I looked at the photo for 10 minutes, trying to understand it.
It is unbelievable to have this unbelievable child.
Nothing more, nothing less.