Missing The Little Things In Life

   I can't believe this day has finally arrived. After nearly four months in hospital my Mum came home today. As the ambulance men carried her into the living room and put her on the bed she looked out of the window and said "Oh there are bees on the echinops." It was such a small thing but it just seemed like a little normal sentence at the end of all the terrible days and stress and upset. I could have burst into tears but was frightened I'd set everyone else off. Sometimes I suppose it's not the big things you miss but the little things from home that make life normal to you.

A Bee on My Mum And Dad's Echinops