By Anya Peters
A heartbreaking actual tale of 1 little girl's seek to discover a spot she may name home.
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She was slim and elegant, with long, soft-red curls like shiny new pennies down her back, and eyes that were almost navy blue. She had the tiniest hands I, or any of my brothers and sisters, had ever seen on a grown-up, little doll’s hands, with long oval nails always painted a deep dark red. I was fascinated by her: by her beauty and calmness and easy laughter, by her soft Irish accent and her gentleness with me. But I was fearful of her too, always on my guard with her, determined to keep her at a distance.
Soon the settee wasn’t big enough for five of us and one of us sometimes had to sit on the floor. ’ And my uncle would laugh with her and I’d have to sit on the floor. ‘No, she won’t,’ Mummy would say to Stella. ’ I wished Mummy would let me fight my own battles. I was willing to sit on the floor if it meant I could have some peace. The others used to sit like statues in a row on the settee and refuse to look at me after fights, after he’d told them not to talk to me, that I wasn’t one of them.
Sometimes when we were on our own she would tell me stories about Kathy, and how she came over to England on her own on the ferry to have me in London, stories that only part of me wanted to hear. But layer by layer, argument by argument, year by year, as I, or more usually my brothers and sisters, asked more questions, I pieced together the details of my life story. Mummy always made the stories sound romantic and exciting and sad, and we all felt sorry for Kathy not being able to be with her baby or with the man she had fallen in love with.