Picture of innocence
Jun 09, 2022
3 minutes
As Mum stared at my drawings, the colour drained from her face.
‘Has he really been doing those things to you?’ she whispered as she wrapped her arms around me.
‘Yes, ’ I nodded, gulping back my sobs.
Mum marched off to find Totty, clutching my drawings.
When she returned, her eyes were red raw.
Totty claimed not to remember any of the abuse, saying it must have happened when he was drunk.
He even
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