Thoughts

It's Christmas and I miss my Mum and Dad.

It's been years since they were killed and I sometimes think I should be over it by now, because feeling like this doesn't solve anything.

My parents are dead, they were killed and I'll never get to see them again. I'll never get to hear my mother singing as she cooks Christmas dinner. I'll never get to hear my father make those stupid jokes he always used to make when he'd been into the Christmas brandy.

I'll never feel the way I used to feel when we were all together and I knew I was loved and that I was safe.

I'll never feel safe again.

But you know what? Just a little this year, with all the people here and the friends I've made. Just a little, it feels okay.

And I think, maybe I'll be okay.