• My thoughts
  Before Mummy died, I used to get into my parents' bed sometimes, like all kids do. When Mummy died, Daddy and I helped each other through our terrible pain. We cried on each other's shoulders. We sat up late at night talking about it together. A deeper, stronger level of bonding, understanding, and intimacy grew between us. When I got into Daddy's bed, the closeness was a comfort to each other.

• Today
  All day I've felt blue. I don't think Daddy's ever going to let me back in his bed again. My childhood is over. I have to grow up, and accept the fate of all adults - loneliness.

 

• This Evening
  Bedtime is rapidly approaching. Daddy has been keeping his distance, emotionally and physically. Oh, come on Daddy! Come to bed with me! Pleeeease!