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The Truth And Nothing But The Truth
Yes I committed the crime, but I also did the time
Dear step-mother,
Oh boy, just that title alone would have seen the back of my thighs black and blue for days.
Hence why it has taken me this long to admit, I have a confession to make, although I never had any intention of confessing my crime. Not sure why, because I’ve been punished for it a thousand times over, albeit without any proof it was even me.
You punished me on a daily basis, but it could have been any one of the other children. It was even possible that it was one of your two precious children and not me at all. Not that you’d ever consider that possibility.
Well let me confess that it was never me alone! Your oldest child was often my partner in crime.
Wondering what it is that I’m confessing to?
Remember those days when I was in primary school? I’m going back to the days when I was between nine and twelve years of age.
Every morning you’d make my lunch. The same thing, day in and day out.
A sandwich with margarine and cream cheese spread, wrapped in plastic gladwrap. By the time lunchtime had come around, it had sweat inside the plastic and most days it was not eatable. More often…
