BY CAOIMHE MCGONIGLE
The pink curtains were open. I was in my tiny cot and I
was meant to be asleep... I was two years of age and my
bedroom was up on the second floor.
Of course, I didn’t sleep. I shook the bars of the cot but they
wouldn’t budge. I was scared that my parents might hear me
but I didn’t give up. I tried to climb over but fell back down
onto my blanket and pillow.
Well...
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