What will we do, Mummy?

We headed into the rising sun, not looking back again.

BY THE FIREPLACE BY SEÁN MCNICHOLL 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 108

I left my mother sitting in the chair, rocking by the fireplace. I dragged my son to the back door, imploring him to be quiet. His beautiful blue eyes were awash with tears, but he nodded without saying anything.

I looked back at my mo…