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By Anya Peters

A heartbreaking real tale of 1 little girl's seek to discover a spot she may perhaps name home.

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Separated from her actual mom at beginning, Anya grew up in terror of her drunken bullying uncle. crushed, humiliated and sexually abused through him from the age of six, she suggestion her existence could not get Read more...

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Nor would he accept any money from our Uncle Brendan, who in those days was the richest person we knew. He wanted to get me out—so that they wouldn’t keep coming over and interfering in his home—not to be paid to have me there. It was their visits that really infuriated him. He didn’t like anybody from outside coming into his home when we were young, and apart from his brothers we never had any visitors in the flats. When she met him, Mummy had only recently moved down from the North of England, and he knew she had no other family in the country.

The first time I remember it, was not long after one of her visits. Screaming at Mummy through the archway separating the two rooms to go and find paper and envelopes, he made me sit there and write. I can’t have been much more than five and could barely write anything without copying out the words. But he made me finish it, hitting me every time I couldn’t spell one—my tears, which he screamed at me to stop, turning the words into blue forget-me-nots of ink as they dripped down on to them. The blood pounded in my ears and my body was stiff with fear while he stood over me, or staggered through the archway between the rooms, shouting out the words, or forcing me to write my own.

Mummy had lost touch with her family, but Kathy knew she was living somewhere in London. While she was in Ireland, Mummy was the only one who had ever found out that Kathy was having an affair with a married man. ‘Don’t come crying to me when he gets you pregnant,’ was the last thing she warned Kathy, washing her hands of it before she left for England. ‘I won’t,’ Kathy said. But two and a half years later, that was exactly what she did. By that time it wasn’t easy to find her sister in London because she’d moved several times without giving any of the family her new address.

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