My mum and I were crouched in the living room. It was dark; not pitch black, but greenish dark, almost like a sea green dark. The curtains were closed, and it was eerily quiet.
Mum was insisting that I keep quiet. We were waiting for dad to return home so that we could go out for a walk.
I wonder now was it because we were meant to act as though we weren't at home because my mum didn't want the neighbours to come over?
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RandomLife back then was so different from now! From Ireland to France and back, I revisit the best and funniest moments from the first 5 years of my life.
