The other day one of the boys shared a dream with me.
He said that he was sitting in our front room, watching something on TV.
Rory was there.
Her feet were up on his lap and they were laughing about something.
Then she started fake crying.
As he was telling me, I froze.
Rory used to fake cry!
I’d forgotten that!
She’s do it as a joke.
Like I said, she always kept on laughing and on our toes.
I’d love to hear that laugh again.
That silly fake laugh.