But one day I stood in front of the mirror and decided that I was not going to spend the rest of my life, fulfilling other people’s desires.
I booked a seven-day holiday at the seaside resort.
My daughter Sarah is furious.
- Mom, do you have any idea how dangerous it is to travel alone at your age?
My son Michael was even more categorical.
What if something happens to you? Who will be responsible for this?
I just smiled.
I lived sixty-two years. I think I can take care of myself for another seven days.
The day after I got to the resort, I met Daniel.
He was about sixty years old and he was unusually thin. His hands seemed almost bony, the cheeks were swollen, and a wide smile gave his face a strangely boyish expression.
