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Davey was sad. Two days ago he'd been with his mam and dad in Tenerife. Now, they were suddenly home and self-isolating for two weeks. What was so much worse was that his grandma had died. Mam had said it had been quick and unexpected. Like that was a good thing. Davey didn't think it was a good thing. His hamster had died last year. It had been quick and unexpected too.  That really hadn't bee a good thing.  He still missed Hammy. They still didn't have a replacement pet. While they were all in the same house, they only seemed to see each other at meals. Sometimes Dad didn't join his mam and him. Dad had red eyes a lot of the the time.  Mam was on the phone sorting things out. Davey sat in his room, playing on his PS4. It was going to be his main Christmas present, but Dad said he might as well have it now. He felt numb. There was a metallic feeling around his heart. When anyone sent him a message about his gran that feeling squeezed and made him cry. He killed peo...

 I often go back to my grandma's kitchen in my head. I spent a lot of time there. It was a kitchen-dinette. I had a small desk in the corner beside the round dining table. The table cloths and cutlery came out of the sideboard on the other wall. The business side of things was the kitchen. The wall cupboard that as too high for me to reach.  To be honest it was too high for my gran to reach.  She had a stepstool to reach the high bits.  When we were packing up her things, there were all sort of packets, Angel Delight and Cup a soups, which were years out of date. There was the drawer, full of save paper bags, carrier bags and string. If the string could be saved, it would be.  To this day, I carefully unwrap presents, even though I know I'm not going to keep the paper.  I have problems throwing away bits of string and paper bags. There was a twin tub that she walked out of its hidey hole so it could drain into the sink. The thick rubber tubing hooked into t...