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'Jesus Christ!' Fee heard Charlie's yell from upstairs. She was putting away clothes in Char's bedroom. After putting the last of her tops and undies in drawers she followed the sound of whimpering. 'What's the matter Char?' 'Mum!' Char was holding out her hand, blood pooled in her palm. At sixteen, Char was almost a…

The holiday

This morning I was looking at some photos posted on my Facebook feed. My heart melted at T1 and T2's baby faces, chubby cheeks and tiny feet. Naturally, my moment of nostalgia and squishy-love was overrun by cries of, 'Can I see?' or, 'Is that me?' Showing the photos like a trophy to the chorus…