By Anya Peters
A heartbreaking real tale of 1 little girl's seek to discover a spot she may perhaps name home.
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Kathy stayed with me as long as she could. I was hastily christened, keeping her surname rather than taking Mummy’s married name, the name all the other children in the family had. After all, if Kathy was going to be coming back for me there was no reason for me to have any name but hers. Ten days after I was born she flew home to Ireland to take care of her mother. There was no other option. I can’t imagine what it must have taken for her to do that. What pain she must have been in, before she shut her emotions down, taking care of her mother in that sealed-off world, without a telephone to contact her sister to find out how her baby was doing.
If she reappeared around the corner swinging off his arm it wasn’t as bad, although I never knew what she had told him. Sometimes, she wouldn’t tell him immediately. She would draw the agony out all evening. I would sit on the end of the settee, like one of the statues on the mantelpiece, waiting to be smashed. ’ he’d ask, and she’d tell whatever it was. ‘Broke a cup,’ she’d say, without taking her eyes from the TV, and my heart would stop. ’ ‘Good girl, Stella, you tell me what they’ve been up to,’ he would say as Mummy scowled at her.
She’d lift my face to look at her and stick her tongue out, pulling funny faces and flicking V-signs towards him in the dark, until eventually she made me smile. ’ she’d say, lifting my chin and trying to make me look into her eyes. ’ I probably believed her the first few times. I stopped believing everything after a while. When everyone was at home, there were nine of us, including Mummy and my uncle, so you could never be on your own unless you were being punished. In a way I liked it when I was sent outside and all the sound stopped and I could think of things, or of nothing at all.