When I was a little girl, my father brought his ladder out to the end of the garden and told me that every night, after he tucked me into bed, he’d put the moon in the sky himself. I believed him for years.
The day he passed away, I spent the night at Mum’s and went out to sit at the end of the garden, half-expecting not to see the moon at all… but there it was. Dad was still doing his job, I realised; it was just so much easier now that he was all the way up there.
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