I turned eighteen a few days ago and I celebrated my birthday on Elsa’s sickness bed with Kir by my side and Dad on Skype. This has been my school for three years, but I’ve never once felt as if I belong in this place. I shake my head as I cut the distance towards the classroom. The grey ones that taste like bitterness and burn like acid. They keep multiplying by the second, heightening and filling my head with those thoughts. I try to tune them out, but like the fog, they’re impossible to ignore. My skin prickles the more their words seep under it. In the meantime, I’m all on my own between people who either hate me or pretend I don’t exist. Usually, I would walk these halls with my best friend, Elsa, by my side, but since her accident and heart disease complications, she’s now resting at her house. It’s as if he doesn’t want to be with us – or with Mum. Maybe everything will change now the country is leaving the EU.īut I’m fairly sure he’ll find a way to boot himself someplace else.
He’s now a renowned diplomat who works closely with the European Union in Brussels, and for that reason, we barely see him.
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