TALKING IN SECRET
Another day, waking up to the disturbing noises outside my bedroom. It always happens like this, every day. But whenever I go outside to see who is there, the noises stop. Everyone vanishes. Mummy has been telling me I am going to see a new doctor today or, at least, I think that’s what she said. During breakfast, my brothers start fighting again. They never stop, but Mummy and Daddy never do anything; I always have to step in. It’s a daily routine. Every day, after I’ve calmed them down, Mummy reminds me that I have to take my vitamin pills, so I do, and we go somewhere new. Last week we went to the zoo to see the bears, which I didn’t like, but then holding Mummy’s hand tightly I liked their furry cubs. I can never stay in one place too long though. Daddy says it’s the explorer in me, and I think he is right. My brothers, they influence me. I don’t always like them being around and yet they never seem to leave me alone. It is down to me to set them straight.They sometimes tell me to do bad, nasty things; I try to remind myself that my brothers are young so they don’t know any better.They kick and hit and scratch me a lot, but I am their older sister. I have to get over it. Sometimes it really hurts, but still Mummy and Daddy never do anything about it. They say that I am making stuff up, but I’m not, I know I’m not. I still talk to my brothers a lot, in secret. I talk to them too much; I know this is naughty. My parents don’t understand. Sometimes, I see the look on their faces.They look so worried and just – well – tired. I hope maybe
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