A different VIEW
Sep 14, 2022
3 minutes
I don’t remember much about my early years, but my mother told me it all started when I was a toddler.
Apparently, she’d strapped me into my highchair one day while she prepared a meal, when I suddenly got excited and shouted out the word ‘cat’.
‘Where?’ she gasped, looking around the kitchen.
‘Cat!’ I yelled again, waving my rusk in the air.
‘Where?’ She put the knife she was using down and
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