My baby sister's singing, as she throws her food about,
She's looking rather messy, requiring a bath without` doubt,
Mummy's looking thin and frail, I never see her eat.
She stands beside the table staring blindly at her feet,
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Reading your words reminded me of the same fear I had experienced growing. Never actually feeling alone but living in fear and full of anxiety. I understand your last line.. Childhood I feel, is extremely overrated I thank you and may your life be really alive and truly living.