Chapter 14

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I have small clips of memories from when I was 6. Mainly my parents always fighting. They would argue all the time. By the time I was 8, my mum found out that my dad had slept with 12 other girls since they were married, so she demanded a divorce. At the time, I didn’t know what all this meant, so whenever I asked ‘mummy’ where ‘daddy’ was, she’d start crying. I remember that I used to try to comfort her by hugging her and saying ‘boys will be boys’, as she always said to me. That always made her laugh. Now, I’m always helping her. Helping her clean; Helping her cook. Her work hours had always been late so sometimes it felt as if this was my own house and I lived alone. Now that she’s fired, she’ll be at home more often. I should probably think of this as I good thing, but if I’m being honest, I wish her boss would re-hire her so that she can’t annoy me anymore. I know: I’m a horrible son.

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