I remembered the last time that I was with my Mother. We were sitting on the beach together. I had my arms around her and she was screaming as loud as she could.
Dad came to pick her up – it took three hours to drive to the coast – it was so far from home.
Mother screamed and screamed and slowly lost her mind.
Dad and I carried her to the car and put her on the back seat – she said nothing more.
Dad sat in the back next to her and I drove home – no one said anything. I was lost in my thoughts – I realised that Dad knew much more than I did.
Mother was like a mole that made a big hole inside herself into which she crawled.