A/N I realise this is a tiny chapter, but I need to split it apart from the last one and the next one.
A Few Hours Later
The social services picked me up from Clayton Park and took me to a foster home where I was bullied for being a mother at fifteen.
Every night now I sing Bindi to sleep, keeping the door locked and bolted so that no one can get in and hurt my baby girl. Once she is asleep i'll cry myself to sleep, crying for Uncle Ron, for Mum, for Dad, for Grandma, for Bex.
I tell Bindi stories about Uncle Ron, about all her family, and she always cries in the end...
Each night I dream of him, dreaming that he was alive for me, to help me with my baby girl, my baby Bindi who he loved as much as I did. He was like a father in many ways to Bindi and he was like a father to me.
The foster women isnt kind to me and refuses to help me with the baby, no matter how much I beg her to.
If Bindi gets sick, i have to care for her myself...