This is my house - you're not here everyday -
My dad leaned against his armchair -
The breaded cod was starting to burn in the oven -
He started shouting -
You can't tell me what to do - you're in my house - this my house -
We've not got carers - you're not here all the time - you don't know how we are -
Ten to twelve is just too early for dinner -
I was a twelve year old boy again, my heart jumping out of my narrow chest -
I remembered Jonathon's words -
It's the disease, not the person he'd said -
16.15
Wednesday 1 June
Havant
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