Breast is best

I guess I was a fairly typical six-year-old – full of energy and trouble. My mother often left me in the care of a neighbour, Mrs Carter, who had a little girl a couple of years younger than me.

One day, I was being real trouble – I’d done nothing but pick on Beth, the little girl, since I arrived. I was making a huge amount of noise and Mrs Carter told me to stop my naughtiness and quieten down, as she feared we would wake up Michael, Beth’s baby brother, who was fast asleep in the downstairs nursery.

Leave a comment

All Maman stories are copyright, unauthorised reproduction may lead to legal action.