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Where has she gone?

“Goodnight Mummy Lovey”.  That was what I would say to her at bedtime.  I loved her so much.  She loved me too I thought.  If she had loved me, how could she just stop?   That is what she did though.  Mummy Lovey turned into “Mummy, please love me”.  Which turned into “Mummy, how could you”?  Followed by “Where has Mummy gone”?  In her place was a cold, distant, and sometimes cruel, woman. Not just to me but also my younger sibling.