I really never got the big fuss; in fact I had been so against it that in all my 79 years I had never ventured further than Morecombe. Travelling was not my bag. Alison was the opposite; she always had high hopes for jet setting, holding her ambition back for me, set in my ways.
Sat on the plane Alison gripped my hand, “Where’s mum? She said she would take me to school this morning, I need help to get ready. Will you get her for me?” My heart broke, it didn’t get any easier. As we took off into the sky Alison gripped my hand and smiled. I knew this was what she wanted, for that moment I saw her return to the girl I remember.
We never did return home, travelling the world was something we should have started years ago, but it wasn’t too late for us.