“They’re not even really my friends. I mean, they are. We play soccer and stuff but it&r

“They’re not even really my friends. I mean, they are. We play soccer and stuff but it’s not like we’ re majorly close or anything.”Matty had seemed excited at the thought of moving to the city. His parents wanted to make sure he knew what he would be giving up.“You wouldn’t be too far away, would you, Mum?” He worried.“No, what? A couple of hours from the city.”Nate nodded.“I’m just…not sure you could visit me but I could visit you.” She didn’t actually know that. She was only guessing. “Often.”Matty nodded, reassured.“And Laura won’t be far either.” Nate added.“Yeh. Okay.” Matty kept nodding. “And I could go to the art centre with you dad, right?”Nate chuckled. “Yep, as often as you like.”Matty was getting excited. “Could I still play soccer?”“I don’t see why not.”“Yes! I can make new friends, mum.”Carla nodded. “You can. And keep the old ones.”“Yeh and keep the old ones.” Matty repeated. “On Simstagram.”“Well, eventually on Simstagram, if they have it.” Carla shook her head. Matty didn’t even have a phone yet.Matty nodded again, looking from one to the other. He jumped up and hugged his dad. “I’d like to live with you, dad.” He crossed to his mother. “I wish we could always live together. All of us.” He hugged her too. “But I know you’ll be happier mum. You’ll get to do what you like again. And I want that too.” Tears sprang to Carla’s eyes. She didn’t deserve this beautiful, selfless boy, with a heart of gold. -- source link

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