Lily

I hugged her tighter at the sound of the nickname. She told me that she called me Tiny because I was so small at birth she was afraid I wouldn’t make it.

When I pulled away she was still smiling.

“Lily told me you were in the house a while ago but I was asleep. How are you? Is Tiny a big movie star yet, look at you, you’ve grown so much…”

I chuckled. Everytime I visited, it was the same thing , whether the interval was a month or a day, she always asked something similar. Time was messed up in her head.

“I’m not a movie star yet. But we’ll see how the year goes. You look healthy mum.”

“Ohh you…” she laughed. Then her face turned serious, “has your father seen you yet? He left in the afternoon, I don’t know when he’ll be back.”

I wondered what timeline she was in in her head. Samantha told me it was best to let her be.

“No, he…he’s still not back.” He would be soon though. I looked at mum with worry.

“I suppose it’s for the best that you missed him. He’s in one of his fits today, he