A lot of you must wonder why I don't talk about my mum on here. Truth be told, I really did not know her. Apart from sometimes seeing her at supper---very occassionally. She spent so many hours at work that our paths rarely crossed. On the odd occassion that I saw her, she usually was sleeping. At that time, it was not uncommon for people in the nursery industry (greenhouse) to work 90 hours a week.
My one real regret is that by the time I left school, my mum was really more like a person I just happened to know. That is why you will mainly read stories of my grandfather, my nan and uncles.
I regret it, but that's life.
As Forest gump says in the film: "life is a box of chocolates-- you don't know which one you will get."
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Aww! I loved your writing! Keep em coming! Cheers!
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