Thursday 19 May 2011

some day i'll be big enough so you can't hit me

yesterday, today and tomorrow, i'm doing work placement in my old primary school.

today, we went on a history walk with another primary school. one wee boy started talking to me. and it took everything i had to not cry...

'that man over there looks like my real daddy.'
'does he?'
'yea! well he looks nicer.'
'oh..'
'my real daddy used to hit me all the time. and at night, he locked me in my room. sometimes i peed myself. that made him angry.'
'urmm..' i didn't have a clue what to say.
'sometimes he hit my mummy too. i dont know why! my mummy is amazing!'
'oh.' fighting back tears.
'i'm sorry for upsetting you! you're nice though. i know you wont hit me.'

i came home and cried for three hours. i can't get how someone could do that to a 7 year old. and even though he'd experienced all of this, it didn't put a downer on his spirit. he was happy and loving life.

it's amazing what children could teach you.

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