Eating Away by Mahtola Eagle-Lippiatt
With her back to the window, silhouetted against the forest backdrop of Fleet service station I remember looking into my mother’s eyes as she tells me that we aren’t going to see Daddy this time, and that in fact, Daddy is dead. I learn that we are on our way to his funeral.

I burst out crying, rightly so. Watery eyes now fixed to the floor.

An unknown older lady came to console me, I recall her asking what the matter was, and giving me some Rowntrees fruit pastilles.. taking the hint from the adult, I put a lid on it there and then, a sugary bribe, I haven’t cried since.