Trembling in the street I heard violent screams, outrageous words and incomprehensible gestures. I can smell sweat, junk food and stale socks. All my guts told me not to go there, however it’s my duty.
“Mummy”,- cried Lucy,- “what are you doing, come here”.
“Welcome to the playground”,-I said quietly to myself.
Being a parent means denying common decency.