Why Is Daddy Poorly?

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Why was my Daddy poorly? I didn't understand why I was taken away from Daddy and Step-Ma from a young age. My Mama died when I was only four. I'm six now. I live with my Daddy, Step-Ma and my old rabbit. My rabbit is older than me! He is nine. 

Last year, the Prime Minister of England, Boris Johnson, said that the whole of England had to be put under a lock down. I didn't understand what that meant but I know that I could no longer go to school. 

I loved my butterflies and my summer animals and I was so sad that I could no longer see them. Daddy always said that the butterflies made him think of my Mama when she was with us. 

On May 11th 2021, Daddy got poorly. I couldn't understand why Daddy was so unwell. My Step-Ma always said that it was because Daddy had got a flu. I tried to deliver Daddy his breakfast every morning but Step-Ma always said that I was being a bad girl for trying to disturb Daddy.

When the Children's Services came with the doctor, I wanted to see my Daddy for the final time. The Children's Services said that I could no longer live with Daddy and Step-Ma. 

When the Children's Services came to collect me, I found it very difficult to leave because I knew that it may be the last time I could ever see my Daddy. I shouted a good-bye to Daddy when I passed his bedroom on the landing before making my way down the stairs with my suitcase, backpack and my favourite teddy bear. 

The Child's Service man took me by my hand and led me to his car. It was difficult for me to turn around as soon as I was fixed in my child's car seat. I saw Daddy out the window and we waved goodbye as the man took me away from my home. 

"Where am I going?" I asked.

"You're going to stay with a family. They need to look after you while you have no parents to look after you." The man explained to me. 

"I do have a family! I have my Daddy and my Step-Ma!" I shouted back. 

I knew that Daddy and Step-Ma always told me that it was really mean to shout at someone. But I didn't care. I was six and I was being taken away from my Daddy and Step-Ma. The two people that I only ever knew. 

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