A Single Mum’s Diary : Reflections on Our Past, Hope for Our Future.

As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the familiar streets, I found myself driving down the road to our old house.

It had been five months since we’d left, but the memories lingered like echoes in the corridors of my mind.

My son had insisted on a haircut from our trusted barber, and as it was in our old area, I couldn’t help but take the road down to the place we once called ‘home’. I couldn’t ignore the pull of nostalgia tugging at my heartstrings.

There it stood, with a “Let By” sign proudly proclaiming its new occupants. The door, once weathered and worn, now boasted a fresh coat of deep blue paint, and the windows sparkled with newfound clarity. My flower pots still hung by the entrance, a silent testament to the life we once lived within those walls.

It was a bittersweet sight, tinged with memories of both joy and hardship. For six years, this had been our sanctuary, the backdrop to countless moments of laughter and tears.

It was also a reminder of the tough decisions I’d made, the sacrifices I’d chosen to endure for the sake of my children.

As I glanced at my sons, I saw the longing in their eyes, the silent yearning for the life we’d left behind. This was their home…