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Dedication
For David, Mark and Tony. For all the years of happiness
you have all given me and for your love, patience and
understanding. You are the light in my darkness, the fire in
my heart, my anchor and my life.
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First Published (2015)
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the garden full of weeds. This was a sad time of year for my
garden. The gardenias, wattle and agapanthus had already
bloomed and the dead flowers hung forlornly on the end of
stalks. But the weeds were very happy.
I enjoyed the solitude of gardening but there just never
seemed to be enough time to get around to it, what with
school meetings, basketball games and personal crises for
each of my two boys. Something always came up that was
more important, and all too often it became difficult enough
just to juggle my work-free time between them.
I opened the boot and took out two bags of groceries and
walked towards the front door. Asleep on the mat, as usual,
was my seal-point Persian cat, Oscar. Stepping over him, I
muttered, Dont get up, Oscar. I know you must be
exhausted. Please dont disturb yourself. He recognised my
voice and twitched an ear but still lay comatose on the
doorstep.
Lazing in the lounge room, one on each couch, were my
two teenage boys. Their eyes and their smiles gave me a
moments attention but I knew their brains were still
absorbed by the sit-com on the television. They were good
friends despite the differences in age. Mark, the eldest was
seventeen and Tony was fourteen and even though they had
the inevitable squabbles, they remained loyal and protective
of each other.
Through my tiredness, a feeling of pride surfaced as I
watched them. The unselfconscious happiness I was
witnessing was what Id been working for during the past ten
years. It had been a long struggle after my divorce but I had
been determined that I would make our new life work for us.
I had often thought that by now Id have my life in good
shape. Id be a wife, mother and a businesswoman. Id serve
my customers by day, study and help my children by night,
find time for the basketball games and snuggle up to a
husband as each day ended. In fact, the only part of my life I
was happy about was the children. That, I reassured myself,
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that I had done right. There was no way I would let their
lives be affected by the break-up of my marriage the way
mine had been affected after my own parents relationship
had disintegrated. Their break-up, when I was seven years
old, had been the beginning of a life I would never allow my
children to endure.
As I walked into the kitchen, I called out to Mark to
bring the rest of the shopping in from the car and ten minutes
later I had placed the last of the grocery items haphazardly in
the pantry, thanking God the day was nearly over.
Tiredness washed over me again as I walked to the
bathroom to splash cool water on my face. As I glanced in
the mirror, I noticed that dark circles were etched in the soft
skin of the muddy green eyes that gazed back at me as I
glanced in the mirror. I had always tried to take care of
myself. I exercised regularly, never smoked, rarely drank
and watched what I ate. Now I couldnt remember ever
feeling more tired.
But now, having started thinking back on my youth, I
didnt have the resistance to stop my mind from conjuring up
the images of the past. The memories of those early days are
disjointed but in the end, horrifying to me.
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