I sit on the tube imagining a bomb exploding. Reaper-like flames claw at my Zia. A fingernail touches her, and she's Pompeii. I drag her into my belly like a frightened child protecting their last marshmallow and sacrifice my spine to the fire.
How many of us would die for our children?
How many of us have said, "I would do anything for my kids."
How many of us break our promises when it comes to alcohol?
"Why do you drink so much wine, Mum?"
"Why do you and Mum fight so much when you've been drinking, Dad?"
"Will you both please stop drinking, for me, PLEASE! If you love me, you'll stop - you said you would do anything for me!"