Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Clearing out Dad’s room at Sunnyvale Nursing Home, I found the old suitcase.
‘Mum used to bag these for doorstop collection and he’d go search the Charity Shops to buy them back.’ I said my voice cracking.
Mark embraced me carefully, resting his head against my shoulder.
‘We can keep them.’ he said.
I squeezed his hand gratefully.
Back home Mark dragged mum’s old bookcase in from the garage and carefully displayed every last item.
‘Thought it would be nice to have them together again.’ he smiled.
‘ I bet mum’s wishing for a charity bag right now!’ I giggled.