"You've lost weight!" My mother beckons, across the tiny car park of Malahide train station. "Too much, you're all skin and bone. You know you can't live if cigarettes and black coffee darling"
"Is it too much to ask for you to just welcome me home with a hug and an 'ive missed you' or is that too much to ask" I sigh as I hand my bags to my dad he takes them placing them in the boot of his beat up Range Rover which was older than me by now I might add. The man of few words turns to me picking me up as he hugs me.
I missed my dads hugs, there was something almost healing about them, my dad wasn't affectionate my uncle Louis (my dads brother) would call him rigor mortis because he was so uptight. But with me he was like a 6'3 teddy bear. "Alright poppet" he mumbled into my shoulder releasing me from his tight hold so that I could face my mother.
"Just look at you, skin a bloody bone. That's what you get living with these overweening girls" she tugs at my chin and the other hand poking at my waist. I wasn't skinny by far, my doctor would like to call it overweight but when you go from a size 18 to 14 I guess you mother thinks you've lost to much weight .
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The Rough Draft
RomanceLouisa the 20 something, almost 30 something. Has lost both her job and man in the same day. The only thing keeping her in London? her flat. Of course like any sane woman would do she hauls her entire life or at least that of which she can fit int...
