"Wipe your feet Aaron."
He rolled his eyes impishly but dutifully did as he was told. He loved his mum immensely - she defined their home and was an enduring presence in their lives.
She had been baking again so he helped himself to a large wedge of bread with cheese before getting on with his school work. He blew her a kiss as he left.
She was proud of her serious, hard working son and hoped he would make something of his life, perhaps even a university degree. They had wanted more children but Aaron's birth had been difficult so no more children would be possible. This caused her some sadness but she could not have asked for a better son.
