Jorth walked home, feeling the bittersweet tugging of her heart over the first day back at school. For the last 6 weeks she had been shadowed by a very talkative companion, who was now happily sitting cross-legged in her new classroom, staring enamoured at her teacher whilst Jorth let herself into the house alone.
The silence was heavy, despite the cheerful working music being played, as the dishes were done, the beds were made, the floor swept. Once the daily jobs were finished Jorth thought about sitting on the couch and feeling a wee bit lonely and sorry for herself, just for a quiet minute or two, but shook her head determinedly and set about composing the shopping list. Rolls for burgers, yoghurt, milk, salad leaves were written down. She did not write "Man I miss her chatter", even though she did.
Shopping done, Jorth returned home, and checked the mailbox herself. It was a much quieter procedure, doing it herself, and Jorth missed the clamour of the box being opened, exclamations over the presence of mail, and the mail box door being slammed shut. "Get a grip, Jorth!" she muttered. "She's happy, healthy and having a great time. She's growing up, and that is how it's meant to be. Now find something to do, and get over this mopeyness!"
Later that afternoon, after a very dull and quiet lunch, she sat and picked up her sewing. Pinning some pieces together, she pricked her finger with a blunt pin. "Dammit!" said Jorth, as a drop of blood oozed out, and the tears welled in her eyes. Putting the sewing down on the table and sucking on her finger, Jorth let the tears fall unbidden.
The strange thing is I actually feel much more cheerful after writing that. Talk about blog therapy! Here's hoping that all my readers who have little ones back at school have a good first day (mums, dads and kids) and a great year ahead.