I broke my daughter
Apr22

I broke my daughter

It started with dog poo. My daughter was running and jumping and skipping along, as she does. She did some sort of beautiful ballet leap and landed straight in the middle of some dog poo. Why did she do that? Why didn’t she see it? ‘I thought it was mud.’ So she dragged her shoes on the grass and they looked OK, but I wasn’t letting them in the house. So they sat outside the front door. The next morning, she...

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