Alls Well that Ends Well….I suppose

4.00pm the Kitchen of Birdwatcher Towers on Sunday afternoon. The Weasel leans against the wall, twisting her hands and biting her lower lip. She is pale, and looks very tired. Mrs BW stands by the sink arms folded across her chest staring intently at the Weasel. I just stand there trying to look like the past eight hours have all been just part of a normal Sunday.

“You could have left a note” I say gently.

The Weasel looks at me and a slight smile crosses her face. She dares to believe that she might not be told off.

“I’m sorry ” she says simply. I think she means it. She doesn’t always. Sometimes she says sorry and injects a slight Amercian twang into the pronunciation. But not this time.

“Why the confusing texts? We thought you might be in trouble?”

She looks at me and then her mum and shrugs her shoulders. “No! Why would you think that?”

I start to explain, but feel to weary.

“Well you’re home now and safe. You must be hungry?” The Weasel nods. “I’ll make you some toast and then you can go and have a bath and a sleep before tea.” Mrs BW pops a couple of slices of bread in the toaster and starts to make cups of tea. The inquest can wait.

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4 thoughts on “Alls Well that Ends Well….I suppose

  1. I'd love to be able to offer advice, but my experience was it was completely different with each of them as they went through their teenage years. And what might work for one wouldn't work for another. There are times when I just wish I'd had a fast-forward button to get them into their 20s as soon as possible

  2. Kim – of course you can't, everyone is different. Like all parents we want them to be happy and safe nd sometimes you have to let go and let them get on with it. Its hard but its the best way.

  3. As a parent of a 17 y.o. I get it only too well. Boys and girls are different, though. Girls are cleverer … usually. As for the male of the species, my son is 6'2". It's 6 of one, half a dozen of the other!PS My word verification is uncyst. Yikes.

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