Break the Child: Chapter Thirty-Eight: The End

Chapter Thirty-Nine

I know, I haven’t written for ages. I bet you thought I was dead.  You try writing with a nine-week-old baby to look after.

I haven’t seen Mum—I’m not allowed. Oh, but if she could just see our Andy smile, she’d come back to us, I know she would.

It’s been hard, but we knew it would be. Sometimes I’m so tired that I fall asleep talking to Sal on the phone. We’ve got a routine and that helps.

Some of the kids from school have been bullying me. I’m home schooled now, so that I’m here to look after Andy with dad. They call me names in the street and say that I’m a skank because I got knocked up and have a kid. They think that we just made up that my mum has dementia so’s nobody would know I was pregnant—how stupid is that?

 I’ve been poorly, poor dad was demented with us both and then having to visit Mum too. We thought it was that Covid19, but it wasn’t, it was just the stupid old Flu bigging itself up to be something it wasn’t. Dad couldn’t visit mum while I was ill. We had to self-isolate and it was horrible what with Andy needing fresh air.

And there he is, bang on cue, His Lordship is awake, it’s okay, Dad will see to him. I’m going out for a run later. It’s the first time I’ll have been out for weeks, I need to get rid of my flabby belly and workout.

Dad must have fallen asleep, we were both up all night, Andy thought it was playtime and wouldn’t settle. Hang on, I’ll be  right back, have to see to him before he…

The End