POV: Lonely at 8 years old
It was just me and my mum. And I liked that just fine. Until I didn’t.
My mum hated it when I let our dog, Scruffy, sleep in my bed. It would always stir up my asthma and make me sick. So here she was delivering her well-rehearsed ‘dog in bed’ lecture while I rolled my eyes. She yelled some more, and I yelled back. When she had nothing further to yell at me about, she took our dog with her and slammed my bedroom door on her way out. It was her way of having the last say.