A Closed Book

I received one of those quizzy emails during the week. You know the ones, there's a list of about 30 questions such as "eye colour, favourite ice cream flavour, what colour's your underwear".

I filled in all my answers and sent it out to three people. One of whom was Mister Man who I never expected in a million years to send back to me. But he did.

One of the questions was "who do you miss the most". His answer was "my parents". Both his parents died of cancer, first his dad when he was a young teen and then his mum in his early twenties.

Just a few days before I'd been having a wee think about how he never mentions his parents, ever ever. I remember bringing his mum up once and he changed the subject. Stupidly I wondered if they had mis-treated him and that's why he never spoke about them. Eejit that I am.

Anyway, it broke my heart reading that one answer. It broke my heart that he misses them so much and it broke my heart that I didnt know it.

I wish he would talk to me more.