I was supposed to go back to the UK for Christmas, but all flights in from where I am have been cancelled. I am sad, but I'm an adult. I can understand. But my poor grandson. I lived with him and his mum, my daughter, until August last year when I moved overseas for work. He is only 2, but knows I was coming home. His mum has stopped mentioning my return recently, once it started to look as if it couldn't happen.
Today, he asked when I would come and thought he saw me outside and is asking for me. It's breaking my heart. I can cope with missing him and wait for a bit of delayed gratification. But the thought of that little boy missing me, kills me.
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