"Mum, why aren't we going to school today?" The voice of my four year old son brought me back into reality. He had only lived four years of his precious life, and now, it would all be taken away from him.
"Because, honey, it's cancelled today," my voice cracked as I lied to him. Well, to be honest, the school should close today as the majority of the children attending will probably stay at home.
"So, Lucas, where do you want to go today?" I asked, zipping his coat up for him.
"Umm, to the park!" he squealed. Before we headed off into the park, I got all of my money, literally everything, and decided to get Lucas whatever he wanted. Holding his mitten, which was slowly slipping off his hand, I wondered how such a cold day could immediately be eaten by the warmth of the sun. I thought it would have been fairly warm today, but, when I opened the front door, it felt like ice was being thrown at me. Lucas' outfit looked like it could keep him warm.
However, for reassurance, I asked him, "Do you feel hot, cold, or in the middle?"
"In the middle." He copied the gesture that I did with my hand to indicate 'the middle'. I laughed at his cuteness. In a matter of hours, I wouldn't be able to see it again.
"So, let's go!" he shouted.
We walked to the park, and a lot of parents were there with their kids as well. The parents were all holding back their tears, whilst the kids were having the time of their lives. The upset faces of the parents were nowhere near as sad as mine. As much as I tried to think of other events, the only even that crashed around in my mind was the last day of being alive. I tried not to show it though, or Lucas would catch on; for a four year old, Lucas was incredibly smart. He knew whenever I was sad or lying, luckily, he didn't realise the little white lie that I had told him earlier on. As I mentioned, I was lucky that we had no eye contact, or else, he would have fished me out.
