After Saraâs death Kamrin never had been the same, he thought by moving to a new city he might be able to dull the pain. He was beginning to realise that moving on was a lot harder than he could ever imagine.
Yusuf could hear his fathers muffled sobs through the door. He had sparing memories of his mother, only snippets of times they played at the park together or the time he skinned his knee riding his push bike as a toddler and she ran to his side. From what he knew, his mother was a good woman.
Kamrin wanted to be strong for his children, he wiped the tears from his eyes and walked out into the kitchen.













