“I don’t want to. Where’s Mummy?” I start kicking my boots on the stairs. Thump, thump. “We’re going to see her now.” Daddy’s putting on my red shoes, I don’t like these ones. They hurt my toes. “But Daddy, Mummy said I could wear my new butterfly boots if I was a good girl…and…and Nanny said I was good today. So can I wear my new boots with the pink butterflies?”
“You are a good girl, you are the best girl but I don’t know where the butterfly ones are. Please, Fiona we need to go, now.”
*
“Daddy look!” I’m jumping in the big puddle and making a big splash. I love the rain. “Fiona, look what you’ve done, you’ve got your new dress all dirty. What’s Mummy going to think? Get in the car, come on.” Daddy’s lifting me up, he smells funny. I can’t wait to tell Mummy about my splash. I miss Mummy. “Are we there yet? Daddy, are we there yet?”
“Yes Fiona. We’re here.” Daddy doesn’t sound right. I don’t like this place, the walls are white. I like rainbow colours. It smells funny. I don’t like it. “Remember what I said Fiona? Mummy is a little unwell, so go in and give her a big hug and your wee brother too.” Daddy lets go of my hand. I don’t like this room, it’s dark. I’m scared of the dark. I don’t like it.
“Hi Fi-Fi,” Mummy sounds funny, “come over here love, let me see you. I’ve missed you so much.” Daddy puts me on the bed. Mummy’s hugging me too tight. Why is she crying? I don’t like it. “Mummy it’s too tight, you’re hurting me.” She lets go, her face looks weird. “Oh I’m sorry…sorry.” She’s still crying, I don’t like it. “Mummy, where is he? I wanna see him.” She isn’t looking at me. Daddy’s holding something. It’s too dark. I don’t like it. “Here he is.” Daddy gives Mummy the blanket, I can see a face, it doesn’t look right. I don’t want to look anymore.
“What’s wrong with him?” Mummy’s holding my hand too tight. “He was sick, Fiona. He was sick in Mummy’s belly. He..he has to go away to heaven. Remember Granda Joe? He got sick and went to heaven?” Now Daddy’s holding my hand too tight. “Well baby Daniel is going there too but first we have to say…goodbye” Daddy doesn’t sound right. I don’t like it.
“Give him a kiss.”
“No!”
“John. It’s OK. She doesn’t have to.” Daddy’s moving the blankets closer to me.
“I want to go home. I don’t like it here.” Daddy’s picking me up. He’s taking me away from Mummy and away from the blankets.