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David and Anna Fielding were entertaining guests. Riya and Jason Earnshaw had brought their six-year-old daughter Maisie for a business/play date. The Fieldings’ eldest daughter, Isabel, fourteen, was watching the two younger children—including her brother Owen, eleven—while the adults discussed an investment into Jason Earnshaw’s construction company.
Good morning, Mr Magpie. It was my father who’d always said it. Then he used to wave. One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy.
“The main thing you need to know is that you’re the primary nurse for three patients,” he said, with a hint of an African accent in his voice. “Tracy, Emily, and Isabel.”
When a child fails to form an attachment with a caregiver, they fail to learn empathy. That’s how you build a sociopath.
The human mind is fragile, built upon tiny impulses of electricity sending signals to the rest of the body. Our thoughts, our feelings, our language, it all comes from the brain, so when one of those little electric impulses goes haywire, we follow suit.
But the person behind closed doors is not always the person out in the world.
Did any of us have much choice in life, or were we all marching to the beat of our own circumstances?
When you’re poor, shame comes as naturally as breathing, but unlike breathing, you never get used to it.
If you ever find yourself sitting alone with your mind on a loop of all the worst things that have ever happened to you, then you’ll know exactly what I mean, and the only thing that turns it off is alcohol.
