<p>When I took D down for move in, she was crying, and I felt terrible. Simply awful. Not excited, or happy – more like I’d been punched in the stomach.</p>
<p>The first time she Skyped, it was great - -like she’d come back home for an hour. After she signed off, I could pretend she was back in her room upstairs, studying.</p>
<p>I wish I’d had more time with her when she was little. More day time time. By the time I got home from work, none of us were at our best. I wish I’d had more time pushing her in a swing, at a park.</p>