Dare to Say

Chapter 1 - The Family

Isn't funny just how much your mother can influence your life. You don't even realise it. You're born into a family and take everything that happens within it as normal. I mean, until you are older and start comparing ......

I was born into a normal family. Mother, Father and one elder brother. When I was two my younger brother was born.

A very normal family. My father, Alan, a mediocre lawyer, my mother Helen, a house wife, my older brother by two years, Greg, my younger brother, also by two years, Paul and me, the only daughter, Hazel.

I have to say that I was quite happy for most of my childhood. I recollect that my mum always seemed to be tired and always seemed to be telling me off. But that was normal, right? I mean, she had her hands full, a two year old toddler, then a tiny baby and while I was still in nappies (yes she loved telling everyone that I was still in nappies at two years old) came her third child. Who wouldn't be tired and grumpy.

The only trouble was that as I grew older I started to get this feeling that my two brother's could do no wrong, whilst I on the other hand, well it seemed quite hard for me to do anything right.

I did try, well at least I think I did try. Like the time when I was 5 and accidentally spilt milk over my mother's dress. That in itself wouldn't have been so bad, but as she was ready to go out and was dressed in her brand new dress, I guess that made it worse.

It hadn't actually been my fault, I had wanted to be the first to tell her how beautiful she looked but Paul had gotten in the way , I tripped and well I shall leave the rest to your imagination.

Anyway, suffice to say we were normal. My dad spent most of his time at work, my mum was tired and grumpy, my brothers were perfect and I was clumsy.

to be continued