500 Words: One Moment, This Year
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She had so wanted to go, this youngest daughter of mine.
I had tried to dissuade her – couldn’t she just have a ‘whole day play’ instead?
No, she assured me. That really wouldn’t do.
And so she went – with her little red rolling suitcase and a beaming smile.
She was going to the warm and loving home of her best friend, after all.The afternoon dragged.
We had an early dinner without her.
No going to the tyre swing tonight – she’s not here to ask me.
No hanging over the back gate, looking at the cows – she’s not here to hang over the back gate with.
Even the dog is sad. He looks up at me with his big brown eyes, tipping his head to one side as if asking where his friend is, the one that always brings his lead out after dinner in preparation for his walk. I pat his head and stroke his velvety ears slowly. I don’t feel like walking him tonight, my heart isn’t in it.Her Barbies are all over the lounge room floor where she left them in the rush to go this afternoon. I pack them up slowly.
I pick up her sketch pad – I flip over the pages she’s been drawing on. A very detailed castle is on the first page. It has three huge turrets. One for the girls, one in the middle for the mother and father, and one for the boys.
My eyes are tearing up and as I flip to the next page, a fat, salty tear escapes.
I flip through more pages of drawings of girls’ rooms and boys’ rooms.It’s all too much. The sadness of my absent daughter rushes up to me. I shut the sketch book quickly and leave it in the middle of the dining room table, ready for her return.I feel torn. Should I ring her? See if she’s okay?
But what if she’s not?
What if she’s sad, missing home?I could go and get her. She’s only 15 minutes away by car.
But she’d be upset about leaving her friend.
She’d be upset about not staying at her friend’s for the whole time.Okay, I’ll ring.
No, no. I won’t ring her.What if she’s really having a lovely time, having fun and then I ring and she starts missing home and I upset everything?
No. Okay I won’t ring.It’s 9pm.
Then the house phone rings, breaking my melancholy. I jump.
I reach for the receiver, trying to shake off my sadness as I answer. “Hello?”
A little voice answers excitedly. “Mummy, it’s me!”In that moment, my heart does a fluttery happy dance, my shoulders lose their stoop and I stand much taller. My face is plastered with the biggest grin ever and I press the receiver against my ear, hard – I don’t want to miss a word.”Hello, you!” I boom into the receiver.
“Are you having a good time?” I ask as cheerily as I can.I plonk myself down at the kitchen table, ready to be regaled with her afternoon’s adventures.
We laugh and giggle. We talk about what she had for dinner and where she is going to sleep. Her friend gets on the line and we discuss toothpaste (they are just about to brush their teeth).
They are going to read books together.We both hang up, happy.
I look at the kitchen clock and work out how many hours till she is home again.