David hauled his suitcase out of his father’s Volvo estate, in front of the Heathrow Premier Inn, then leaned through the passenger window to give his mother a farewell kiss.
“Best of luck, son, and keep in touch,” his father chirped.
“I will. Thank you both for everything.” Sounds a bit like the final adieu in a tragedy, ran through his mind.
Sounds a bit like the final adieu in a tragedy, The car moved off, leaving him alone. Here goes, then, he mused, stoically, independence, at last. It wasn’t the case that he had endured domestic restrictions – far from it. When he was at university, he was his own master, it just felt like his first adult freedom. However, he thought he would not forget one of his father’s philosophical phrases: ‘With freedom comes responsibility.’ His parents had
