He wished he had the gift of foresight. Hindsight he had in bucket fulls.

As he stood and watched her walk away, he was filled with that sense of dread that he may never see her again. If only he’d been more aware and treated her more fairly maybe it would never have come to this.

But they had had it out, and she made clear she wasn’t staying another day in his house.

It was time for a change, and she was determined to see change happen.

Her bag was packed, and as she stormed out of the house and down the pathway, he couldn’t help but recall the first steps she had taken, her first words, her first meal at the big table with he and his wife.

Now she claimed she was all grown up, independent and her own person.

He stood at the gate, watched as she made her way down the street towards the corner. He dreaded her reaching the corner as then she’d turn right, and he’d not see her again.

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