Today little Peter left home. Not so little anymore, I suppose.
Off to travel the world, he says. He's always said that, ever since his father left. I think he means to find him. I suppose I'd want to do the same, if my old legs were up to it. I suppose he needs to know why his father abandoned him. 'Because he had to' was never much of an excuse, was it? I didn't know what else to tell him. I didn't know the reason. I suppose I never will.
All the same, I hope they're safe. Both of them. Especially Peter, on his own for the first time. He's only sixteen. He doesn't know much about the world out there yet. I suppose that's my fault. I just wanted to keep him home and safe.
I didn't want to be alone.
But if this is what he wants - if this is what he needs to do - then just let him be safe. Let him find his father and then come home safely.
Please, just let him be safe.