Cade's Story

Cade’s my best friend. We met when we were four at some mummy and me dance class and our mum’s were instant best friends, but we weren’t. We never really clicked until that day her mom came to our doorstep suitcase in hand, tears streaming down her face, clutching Cade’s hand. Cade’s mom, Cara, fell into my mum’s arms. Cade and I went to my room and sat. She explained that her dad and mum had a big fight and this time he packed his bag and left, for real. It was the first time I had ever seen Cade cry. She let her walls come down and after that it was like sharing the same blankets bonded us together. Now Cade’s dad lives in Paris and her mum lives in San Francisco. Cade splits her year in half, six months in Paris and six months in San Francisco with a sprinkle of days here and there in London. That’s why she has a room in our house. My mum thought it would be easier for her to just have a room so she didn’t have to worry about packing a bag, she could always have a clean pair of pajamas and a warm breakfast whenever she needed one.