Last day

My parents came to visit us recently. As well as spending a week with us, they used our home as a base to travel to Prague and Scotland.

The last time I saw them was in Tasmania, just before we moved to London. That was almost three years ago now.

It was their last day with us today.

The photo above is of my mum.

She crossed the road and took a photo of our block of flats to take away with her back to Tasmania.

She wanted to remember her time with us.

And I wanted to remember her.

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