And she took that correction and sat on what she had heard for a day and a half, and only brought it out in a car park when she thought we were about to drive back to the house.
That child
had to decide to disobey me to say it.
Eight years old, in a car, having been told on the Monday that she was being silly.
And the thing I have not got round, and have been going at since the January with a woman called Halla, is what she actually said to me in that car park.
***Mum. Please don’t take us home.***
Not Daddy is doing something bad. She led with the only thing she wanted, which was not to be driven back there.
She was not reporting. She was asking.
And I had the whole of it in a folder on my work email already.
