The Gallery: Bond
Jan30

The Gallery: Bond

When my younger son was born, I hoped my boys would grow up with a close bond. I hoped they’d be the sort of brothers who were best friends. Who would go to the pub together as adults and be best man at each other’s weddings. And so far, so good. There are two years and four months between my boys, and three school years. To look at them or to listen to them talk, you would think there was a year between them. When they...

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