Today has been very traumatic. I have been sent to an old, gloomy house in the countryside owned by a man called Mr Tom, who is looking after me. I’m very nervous tense and scared because I’m only a small, little boy. My mum wasn’t very nice to me so that’s a bit of a relief for me.
Mr Tom is very nice. He doesn’t hit me or hurt me at all. He treated me with a comic and some clothes and even a lollipop even when I’ve done nothing. My life is very nice gratifying and I don’t want it to change. My mother probably doesn’t care because she always thought I was a nuisance