Married daughter paid Husband, and me a visit.
‘I have just been to see Bella. I’m worried about her. Can’t she come home Mum, live with you and Dad?’
Husband and I had a chat, reluctant to offer our home again to Bella. But we loved her, we worried about her, we wanted to support her, make her better.
Off I went to collect Bella, and asked her to come home.
Black bin bags could wait to be packed. ‘Grab a few things Bella,’ I said, ‘We’ll come back for the rest.’
Her mobile phone rang–she answered–The Big I Am.
I snatched the phone off her, took out the SIM card, and destroyed that little piece of innocent plastic. She did not kick up a fuss, complain of what I’d done. She wanted to come home, with me.
The next day, Bella and I went to the phone shop, and purchased a new SIM card. Came home with a new phone number. She contacted her friends, people she knew, updated her number with them.
She texted her new number to Mr Big I Am, when I was out of the room.
I have lost count of the different mobile phone numbers she has had, most of the new numbers found their way to him.
We had a routine for a while, Bella stayed with us during the week, went to her place at weekends, all was good.
Gradually she moved back to her own place, said she wanted her freedom, wanted the responsibility of being alone, needed to do her own thing, away from our prying eyes.
I missed her, all over again.