She’d been through a lot this girl, only 13 years old. So she needed chocolate biscuits, lots of them.
And dad, in prison for domestic violence. the daughter missed her father and knew he just got upset sometimes and couldn’t control his temper.
Surely, the chocolate biscuits will help, thought mum. She’d had a lot of wounds and hurts and that meant a lot of chocolate biscuits were needed.
So she had chocolate biscuits for lunch, at school, every day.
The teachers were concerned. But mum knew best, and thought, and hoped, that the chocolate biscuits would cover up all the times she’d let her daughter down.
But they always melted in the girl’s lunchbox and made her queasy.
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