mum’s face as she yelped at my condition I just collapsed into a ball on the back lawn.
I couldn’t take the pain anymore.
Dad had immediately wanted to break his legs and smash his face in. I had never seen my dad utter a bad word in all the time I had known him, yet here he was shouting all the expletives known to mankind. His face had turned to this pinkish red to beetroot coloured man who I didn’t recognise at all.
Someone had hurt his little girl, and someone needed to pay for it!
I just lay there on the lawn as my mother cradled me in her arms and wept and wept inconsolably whilst she rocked me in her arms and cried in anguish with me.
Mum had cleared out the