The boy and I recently invented a new game, which is to run and hide under the blanket in the room when daddy comes home from work. He will look at me with a very complex expression when he hears the door unlocking, one that combines both excitement and mischief; he will then grab my hand to make off with him into the bedroom. It’s one of the reasons why the boy keeps waiting with his neck over the sofa every evening for the knob of the main door to turn and for the keys to sound. It’s his way of missing his daddy.
