As Far as the Stars. Virginia Macgregor
sing along with her. They’d do harmonies and people would stop in the street and listen.
At first we hated her but by the time she left, three years later, we thought our lives would end if she wasn’t there anymore.
She’s coming to the wedding too. Bringing her husband and four children.
Anyway, I wonder what I’d do. Whether I’d give a kid up if it meant being able to go into space. It doesn’t feel like a fair decision. Which is why it’s better not to get involved in all that to begin with. Keep things simple. And the world’s overpopulated anyway.
‘Sometimes it’s hard,’ I say. ‘To make it work. But I’m sure they both still love you. Parents are parents, right, no matter how much they mess things up?’
For a while, Christopher doesn’t say anything. And then, he says:
‘I’ve never really felt like I’ve had parents. I mean, I haven’t felt like I belonged to them – like you’re meant to feel.’
‘You don’t feel like you belong to your parents?’ That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.
‘I mean – I don’t feel like I come from them, like I’m one of them or that I have bits of them in me.’
I think about the bits of Mom and Dad I have in me. I thought I was more like Dad. Kind of chilled. Happy in my own company. But then, when I’ve got an idea for a project or when I go off on one of my rants about female astronauts, Dad looks at me and smiles and says: You’re just like your mother
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