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Teresa rubbed her eyes as Tommy leant against her. On her other side, Andrew and James clung to each other for support.
"Bye Mommy," Tommy whispered, and Teresa felt fresh tears wet her cheeks.
An elderly lady Teresa didn't recognise approached them.
"I'm sorry," she said. "Give my condolences to your father."
Teresa nodded silently, knowing without a doubt that their father was home, drinking himself into oblivion.
"I love you," she told her brothers, attempting to wrap them all in her arms.
She had to look after her brothers. Raise them right.
God knows their father wouldn't do it.