My mum’s side of the family had an argument with my dad’s side of the family and no one had spoken since.

As the common denominator between the two, I decided to reach out and confirm that there was still in fact a sign of life left.

We agreed to meet up in London and found ourselves on an impromptu boat ride. As we passed by London’s landmarks, the sun set on the river Thames. My mum said she was glad that we could leave the past behind. My auntie agreed.

It was now all water under the bridge.