“Worse than when J.B. first went into prison and Mum spent the whole day crying, dragging us off to see him in that awful place. I can still remember the thud of the doors as they slammed shut behind us. I never would go back after that. No matter how Mum pleaded. And I tore up the letters he sent me without even reading them after that.I thought that Christmas Day would be my worst ever, but I was wrong. This one was worse. It was worse having him here, with Mum laughing and sitting on his knee... – how could she do that? And Jonny lying on the floor with him, playing with his big red fire engine. I saw a tear in Mum’s eye as she watched a sleeping Margo draped across his lap in front of the television, while he too slept after Christmas dinner.There was a tear in my eye too, but it was with anger.‘You haven’t opened the present Dad got you,’ Mum said later.And I don’t intend to, I told her. How could she think anything else? He’s not buying me with a cheap present. ‘I don’t want anything from him.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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