The weather has turned even more, tilting the temperatures downwards.
The husband has gone to his parents', dropping off the presents for the boys for Sinterklaas next week.
Son#1 went to his best friend, and Sons#2 and#3 and I are baking apples in the oven, to be devoured with custard in a little while.
I have wine and studied most of the morning, the boys milling about my feet, underfoot with Lego and big ideas.
I miss my mother with a vengeance, and want to be with her, thinking that it will bring my dad back to me.
My throat gets all lumpy when I think of him, my eyes blur.
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