It’s a strange life I’m living at the moment. I come home a few hours every other day, replace the dirty clothes in my rucksack with clean ones, sleep, drive big brother to the kindergarten and then return to the hospital. I hardly know what’s in our fridge back home.
Tonight, Abbe’s brother and myself were watching a children’s programme on the telly when suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Outside were three witches. "Trick or treat?" they shouted.
Oh my God, is it Halloween today