The voice that cannot be heard is one of a little boy, my daughters’ older brother, my son, who woke up in the morning realising that his mummy is not at home to switch on the TV for him, make his breakfast and read him a story. The voice that is often forgotten is one of a little boy whose sister is not there to play with, to annoy, to cuddle and kiss. The voice that cannot be heard and is often forgotten is that of a scared, frightened, sweet sibling.

My son’s behaviour changed, slightly, but it changed, he was a little more stubborn, a little more sensitive, only parent would spot these small, subtle things. He needs support from all around. Thank you so very much to all the friends and family who are supporting him, occupying him, making him smile, looking after him in the mornings, afternoons and evenings when we, his mum and dad cannot. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to the charity who will be providing support for him.  My sons behaviour has changed slightly, he was playing me up, being a cheeky chappy, a stubborn so and so.  I had taken him out for a bike ride and played with him. He had chatted to his mum and sister but still he was playing me up. I asked him why, I asked him if he was worried and he said very clearly

 ‘When can I see mummy and sis? When are they coming back?’

The answer I gave was simple,

‘They will be home soon and if they don’t come home soon you will visit them.’

With that, he went on playing. A simple question, a simple answer, a child, my son was reassured at least until the next time.