CHAPTER SEVEN
THE NEXT morning it took me a minute to realise where I was. I soon managed to get into my usual routine and it wasn’t long before I was downstairs chatting with Mum in the kitchen. I liked the old, cosy feel this room had, even though it was fully modern. Sunday was the one day of the week we all spent together as a family, no matter what. True to form, Dad sat down with the paper, while Mum fried some eggs for breakfast. I watched them as they talked and laughed.
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