The Bendersons: Kidnapped at K7 HTML version

“No Tam, you and the kids are excluded,” Mum said, “but you can come with me to coffee
“Okay, but it will be after work,” I said.
“Since when have you started work here,” asked Mum.
“Well if you kept in contact instead of taking too much notice of Dan and Meryl you might
know these things,” I snapped.
“O h well, good bye,” and the phone went dead. That was like the last kick in the guts that I
needed. I just broke down on the floor and cried in rivulets.
A while later, there was a knock on the door and I opened it. “Hi Mum, sorry we are late,
but we have been at the movies,” said David. “Mum are you alright?”
“Yes, it is just a little hay fever,” I sniffed, trying to stop myself from crumpling into a heap
on the floor.
“Bulldust Mum,” said David “You have been crying.”
“Yes Mum, what happened? Spill,” said Jenny curiously and looking at me with those big
blue eyes.
“Well, Dan and Meryl have organized that O ma goes to Sydney and we are excluded kids,”
I said.
“What? Has O ma lost her marbles,” said Jenny.
“I am going to ring them,” said David, picking up my iPhone and ringing them up. “There
was no answer, but I did hear the phone click.”
“Never mind,” I said. “How about a simple beach Christmas?” I smiled through my tears.
“Jen, what do you say about staying here with, Mum,” said David seriously.
“No kids don’t disrupt yourself. I have my work and I will be seeing Oma tomorrow,” I said.
“I seriously never thought that O ma would ever do things like this,” said Jenny.
“Neither did I,” I faltered, trying to avoid breaking down again.
“How about we enjoy a BBQ Mum,” said David, carrying the ingredients he and Jenny just
“Yes okay,” I said feeling a little better.
The next day, the kids had their final breakfast with me and then they were off to university.
“Look after yourself and we will be back at Christmas, Mum,” said David and Jenny as they
went on the bus and waved goodbye through the bus windows.
I felt alone as I caught the bus to work. Trying to avoid being upset, I tidied up and had the
restaurant cleaned like a whistle. I did not realize the time till Chris said, “It is lunchtime, Tam.
And would you like to learn how to do cappuccino’s next week,” he asked.
“O h okay, no worries,” I said.
“That’s the spirit,” he smiled. “Now, instead of doing an extra hour today, would you be
able to come here for breakfast at around 6a.m.? You have twelve hours tomorrow, Tam,” said