‘I was never this bad,’ I said.

My mum looked at my thirteen year old, who was now folding her arms like a petulant toddler. Before the words were even spoken, I knew I had lost the battle.

‘You were worse. From the age of two you stomped and thought life unfair.’

‘Hurrah,’ my daughter said, reaching for her mobile.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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