Happiness

The golden triangle was a wee saying we had, just me, the wife, with the boy and nothing else mattered and nothing came between us. Sure, there were other family, friends, work mates, they came and went as the years passed, but I never thought about one of us going.

Six years the wife has been gone. Cancer, it was quick. Six years and I never thought I would be here this long without her. Then the wee one came along, Wee Molly, she’s four now, and now I have something to get up in the morning for.

Her Granny, God bless her, she will never be dead as long as the wee ones alive. She’s got the same skinny wee legs, the same head of curly hair, and just like her Granny, she never stops talking either. Same temper too, oh that wee one can be a right crabbit one as well and she’s never happy until she gets her own way, the same mould as her Granny came from. Molly is here nearly everyday, the boy and his wife work, we hope you don’t mind they said, mind, I wouldn’t have it any other way. She’s the one doing me a favour, eye, the golden triangle is back, this time there is the four of us.

Its funny but all our friends were couples, Joyce and Tam, Moira and Andy, Jean and Harry, they were good after she passed away, but it wasn’t the same, I just stopped going out.

Big Harry lost Jean three years ago, people say me and him have become a couple, every morning we go for the papers, same time, there for the shop opening. Family do’s, weddings and the likes, me and Big Harry get invited, the cheeky buggers only send out the one invite, Jack and Harry. Still its good to have friends, its good to get out now and again.

Every Saturday the wee one stay’s with me, I’m sick of watching that Dancing on Ice, so I am and if its not Dancing on Ice its some cartoon, still she's usually asleep on my knee for match of the day starting. I told the boy, son, you and your wife will be a couple long after the wee one leaves the house, so every Saturday, I watch the wean while they go out, eye, even if I’ve to give them the money. Me and his Mother went out every week as a couple, it never did us any harm.

The boy plays golf on a Sunday, so Helen, Molly’s Mother comes to collect her. Every week, I make the dinner and she always has a wee sleep, me and the wean, we know she works hard all week, so we give a wee bit of peace.

School next year, I’ll be glad, she's getting too fast, and she canny half wear me out these days.

Where’s my specs? I’m sure she hides them, same as her bloody Granny did, a reincarnation is right enough, that’s what she is a reincarnation of her Granny.