After all these years, home life has not adjusted to my developed temperament. I have lived for almost thirteen years yet my age contradicts my maturity, which I find peculiar as my intelligence should have bettered it. If I don't call my mother; mummy or father; daddy, I get punished for it. I even still have the doll I've had since I was a baby - though I have always been attached to it. It's all I have for comfort, when mummy gets angry... ~Coming Soon (Prologue now available)~