Key Highlights
- Outside, the Christmas lights are twinkling.
- I can hear a drunk person literally shouting for joy on the street beneath the window.
- But inside the consulting room, it is eerily silent.
- My mother, my sister and I sit in squishy armchairs and pretend to admire the art, but really we are eyeballing one another like prizefighters, looking for weak spots.
- My father is just a tiny, flickering face on an iPhone, propped up next to my mother on a cushion.
