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Don’t Go, Mum: A Family Story of Love, Judgement, and Redemption

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Dont Go, Mum. A Family Story

As the old saying goes: you cant judge a book by its cover.

But Margaret Thompson firmly believes thats nonsenseshe prides herself on reading people like an open book!

A year ago, her daughter, Grace, got married.

Margaret had always dreamed that Grace would find a good, reliable English lad, theyd have children, and shed become the matriarch of a big, happy family, just as shed always wanted.

James, her son-in-law, isnt daft, and hes certainly not hard up either. In fact, he seems quite chuffed with himself. The newlyweds moved into James flat, and clearly, they have no time for her advice!

Margaret is convinced that James is a terrible influence on Grace!

None of this fits in with Margarets plans. She finds herself constantly on edge whenever James is mentioned.

Mum, you just dont get it, James grew up in care. Hes built everything by himself, hes strong and incredibly kind, Grace says, her voice brimming with frustration.

Margaret only purses her lips and hunts for new flaws in James.

Now he seems nothing like the man he presented himself to be when he was wooing her daughter! As her duty as a mother, she feels compelled to open Graces eyes to this empty suit before its too late!

No degree, stubborn as a mule, and not interested in anything!

He just loafs in front of the telly on weekends, says hes tired from work!

Is this really the sort of man her daughter wants to spend her life with? Absolutely notone day Grace will thank her.

And when children arrive, her grandchildren, what on earth will a father like him teach them?

Margaret is deeply disappointed. Unsurprisingly, James, picking up on her frosty attitude, begins to avoid speaking to her.

They see each other less and less, and Margaret has point-blank refused to set foot in their home now.

Graces father, ever the peacekeeper and knowing his wife all too well, chooses to keep out of it.

But then, one evening, Grace rings Margaret, her voice on edge:

Mum, I never mentioned it, but Ive had to nip away on a two-day work trip. And Jameshe caught a chill at the building site, came home early from work feeling ill. I tried to call, but hes not answering his phone.

Grace, why are you telling me all this? Margaret snaps, You lot live your own lives, don’t seem to care about us! No one checks on how I feel, does that bother anyone? And now you call me in the dead of night just to say James is ill? Have you lost your senses?

Mum, please Graces voice trembles, shes clearly worried, I just wish you could understand we love each other. You think James is no good, but he really isnt like that! How could you ever think that I, your daughter, could fall for someone bad? Dont you trust me?

Margaret falls silent.

Mum, Im begging youremember, you still have the spare key to our flat. Could you please check on him? I think somethings really wrong with James! Please, Mum!

Finejust for you, Margaret mutters, getting her husband up.

They let themselves in with the key since no one answers the door. The flat is dark and stillperhaps no ones home?

Maybe hes not here after all? her husband suggests, but Margaret silences him with a stern glare, her daughters worry seeping into her bones.

She steps into the loungeand freezes in horror. James is sprawled on the sofa in an odd position, his skin burning with fever!

The paramedic rouses the young man and offers reassurance:

Dont worry, hes got complications from his cold. Hes been working too hard, hasnt he? he says kindly, looking at Margaret.

Thats right, he does work a lot, she admits.

Hell be fine, just watch his temperature and ring us if anything changes.

James drifts into sleep, and Margaret finds herself sitting in the armchair next to himby the bedside of the son-in-law she never wanted.

He looks so young and vulnerable, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, his face far softer than shes ever seen.

Mum, James murmurs in his sleep, grasping her hand. Dont go, Mum.

Margaret is so startled that she cant bring herself to pull her hand away.

She sits by his side all night.

At first light, Grace phones again:

Mum, thank you so much. Ill be home soon, you dont need to stayhell be all right, Im sure of it.

He already is, love, Margaret replies with a gentle smile, were waiting for you, everythings fine.

*****

When her first grandson is born, Margaret is quick to offer her help.

James, grateful, kisses her hand: See, Grace, you said your mum wouldnt want to help us!

And Margaret, proudly cradling little Thomas, walks around the flat talking quietly to the baby:

Well, Thomas, youre a lucky lad the best parents and a loving gran and granddad! You really are a fortunate little fellow!

So perhaps that old saying rings true after allyou cant judge a book by its cover.

And love is the only thing that truly helps you understand a person.

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