We have decided to treat ourselves with a special breakfast on Fridays, the day when we take Sami to nursery. The house is quiet, but somehow hollow.

I clean after him…tidy up his room, put back the toys in his bin, fold his sleep shirt, and I cannot escape the sad almost tangible feeling of emptiness. Stoyan and I then have lunch somewhere nice, wander the streets, talk…and talk some more, without any interruption. I do enjoy Fridays, but with a pinch of salt…


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