Christmas Morning.

 

It is Christmas morning I run to a member of staff

I say happy Christmas, but they just brushed me off

I go to have a look under the bright coloured Christmas tree

Searching high and low to see if there are any Christmas presents for me,

 

The member of staff came over, I looked at them rather expectingly

He said, why would you ……….. have any presents, you don't have any family

In one fell swoop on this special day, I was brought crashing back to my reality

I spent the day alone just crying in my room

On this special day, no family, no love, no care, just me on my own.

 

Nataiella (1971). Childhood memory of being in care.