Now, reader, you might be thinking that as their mum had left, the two brothers would be brought closer together.
Sadly, it only drove them apart.
Unlike Dennis, John was full of silent rage with his mum for leaving, and agreed with Dad that it was better never to mention her again. It was one of the rules of the house:
No talking about Mum.
No crying.
And worst of all – no hugging.
Dennis, on the other hand, was just full of sadness. Sometimes he missed his mum so much that he cried in bed at night. He tried to cry as quietly as possible, because he and his brother shared a room and he didn’t want John to hear.
But one night Dennis’s sobs woke John up.
“Dennis? Dennis? What are you crying for now?” demanded John from his bed.
“I don’t know. It’s just… well… I just wish that Mum was here, and everything,” came the reply from Dennis.
“Well, don’t cry. She’s gone and she’s not coming back.”
“You don’t know that…”
“She’s never coming back, Dennis. Now stop crying. Only girls cry.”
But Dennis couldn’t stop crying. The pain ebbed and flowed inside him like the sea, crashing down on him, almost drowning him in tears. He didn’t want to upset his brother, though, so he cried as quietly as he possibly could.
So why was Dennis so different, I hear you ask? After all, this boy lived in an ordinary house, in an ordinary street, in an ordinary town.
Well, I’m not going to tell you why yet, but the clue might be in the title of this book…
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Now, reader, you might be thinking that as their mum had left, the two brothers would be brought closer together.Sadly, it only drove them apart.Unlike Dennis, John was full of silent rage with his mum for leaving, and agreed with Dad that it was better never to mention her again. It was one of the rules of the house:No talking about Mum.No crying.And worst of all – no hugging.Dennis, on the other hand, was just full of sadness. Sometimes he missed his mum so much that he cried in bed at night. He tried to cry as quietly as possible, because he and his brother shared a room and he didn’t want John to hear.But one night Dennis’s sobs woke John up.“Dennis? Dennis? What are you crying for now?” demanded John from his bed.“I don’t know. It’s just… well… I just wish that Mum was here, and everything,” came the reply from Dennis.“Well, don’t cry. She’s gone and she’s not coming back.”“You don’t know that…”“She’s never coming back, Dennis. Now stop crying. Only girls cry.”But Dennis couldn’t stop crying. The pain ebbed and flowed inside him like the sea, crashing down on him, almost drowning him in tears. He didn’t want to upset his brother, though, so he cried as quietly as he possibly could. So why was Dennis so different, I hear you ask? After all, this boy lived in an ordinary house, in an ordinary street, in an ordinary town. Well, I’m not going to tell you why yet, but the clue might be in the title of this book….
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