Because I am three

Fifteen years on, I’ve shared this with my son.

I remember the day clearly: it was traumatic for both of us.

He didn’t want to go to crèche and I didn’t want to go to work.

I came very, very close to leaving my job, but instead wrote this and sold it for $300 to Australian Family Circle.

The best kind of therapy.

We both survived and he still gives me a hug.


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