Hope

 

  I try my best to smile as we eat and celebrate, during the banquet, but it’s too much for me. I stand, kiss my father on the cheek, and Maximus on the lips.

  ‘Please excuse me while I freshen up,’ I say, forcing a smile. I run quickly to the nearest bathroom. I’m not feeling very well at all, but I don't want anyone to think of me as weak, or unwell.

  Feeling better, I rejoin everyone at the table. I’m so caught up in conversation with my father about my life, I don't realise how late it becomes.

  ‘I think it's time we finish up here and go...