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Little girl, little girl, Why are you so sad. Why are you crying. Things cannot be that bad. Have they called you names, Or pushed you away. Is mummy angry again. Won't the other girls let you play.
Mummy says, it's ok that your friends laugh at you; Mummy says, it's fine that what your friends have we can't afford; Mummy says, other people won't understand that we have to work our asses off...
Don't cry little baby. It's your tears that make me sad. When those droplets of pain fall from your innocent eyes. It's an image that drives me mad. Dry those eyes little girl.
#household When Mummy yelled, And Daddy cursed, I'd hide under my sheets. I'd lay out my teddy bears, And give them pillow-seats. When Mummy screamed, And Daddy cried, My sheets became my fort.
That morning she got up at 7 o'clock and got dressed and ready for the hospital. Stella's dad brought her. It was around half an hours drive.
(Please read the beginning to understand the story.) As mum tried to figure out in what to do next, she decided to ask help from our Social worker Sarah. What a big mistake that was.