I've heard some bad words in this house. Cruel, harsh words. Name calling and sweary swears. But yesterday, she used words that froze my gentle heart.
I thought it was just another of those conversations where she blah-blahs on and I sit there pretending to take it all in.
Look, Marley, she said, taking a food pouch out of my special cupboard. I'll read the back to you.... two to three pouches a day. That's what it says. NOT three to four plus a cheese supper.
From now on you are on a DIET.
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