Rapey, Jesus and me.

Finally I have dragged myself from the penetrating gaze 0f a mother crazed with the idea that her daughters lives are no longer something she has control over, to be free. I am queen of a harem filled with red fabric and warmth generated by the smiles of my lovely girls. I skip home to just be there, lazing, chatting, feeling happy and more relaxed than I have been in months. I crow my delight in the gloaming through my window.