My face has fallen into furrows. Now, where have I seen that face before? Yes, my mother, who waved from the shallows while I walked backwards, away from the shore. I was trying to hide a rush of tears, tears that took me by surprise and seemed like odd illogical fears. Alarm hadn’t spoilt our other goodbyes. Forlorn but fit, with no aches and pains, she’d said most things she wanted to say so why feel I’d never see her again? I pushed my niggling worries away. The day was bright, dispelling doubts, children paddled, a ball was in…