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171. 9.30am. Top deck, halfway down on the left.

A small boy and his father came up the stairs, holding hands.

The father murmured something. The boy replied, ‘Yes I have been upstairs. When Mummy took me to her school.’

Silence. The man let go of his son’s hand. They sat down in the front seat and didn’t say anything for their entire journey.

I had a distinct feeling that Mummy and Daddy weren’t together any more. It’s so hard being the kid in the middle.

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