"Mummy shouts" Whispers my little boy david from his bed.
"But don't worry she's not my real mummy" he hesitates and looks scared.
"Ohhh and who's your real mum?" I ask.
"Jenny she's kind and never shouts, she's looking for me, me and my sister" david looks down sadly.
"She puts up posters, I see them in my dreams but if she finds us she'll take me and my sister away".
A huge tear rolls down my six year old boys face "and I'll never see you or mummy again".
David cries more as big fat tears roll down his cheeks I reach my arms around him for a cuddle. "David, I've been there from the moment you were born and always will be, you only have one mummy, and it was only a dream you had."
It doesn't matter what I say all he wants is a cuddle and my confused little boy falls asleep in my arms, still trying to figure out who jenny is.
