Just before 2pm on Saturday January 12th, 2013.
T, K and me are sitting on the sofa, under a blanket, watching Monsters Inc. I am looking after the children at their house while my ex-wife is away for work. She returns on Thursday.
T: Daddy? Will you be here until three o’clock?
Me: I will. I’ll be here until -
T: Will you be here until dinner time?
Me: I will. I’ll be here -
T: Will you be here in the morning?
T: Will you be here on Monday morning?
T: Will you be here at dinnertime on Monday?
Me: I will.
T: Daddy, will you be here forever?
Me: I live in my house now, but I stay with you when mummy’s away for work.
T: (Looking sad) Oh. I just want my mummy and daddy back.
Me: We’re always your mummy and daddy, and we will always love you so much and we’ll always be there for you and your sister.
I give T a cuddle.
T: I know, but I want my mummy and daddy. Not mummy OR daddy. The two of you. Forever. Here. It’s not fair.
I held his hand and kissed his head.
Me: I’m sorry son.
We carried on watching the film. Thankfully the film was distracting enough for both children for them to not notice the tears pouring from my eyes.
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