When I was seven years old, I was staying with my aunty while my mum went into hospital to give birth to my sister. I was feeling nervous and scared, but to compensate for those uncomfortable feelings I was trying my best to be helpful. I was volunteering to help my aunty in any way I could, packing away toys, clearing the kitchen and doing the dishes. She (mercifully) gave me some dishes to dry. But as I picked up one of the plates, it slipped through my hands and smashed on the floor. I was devastated. I burst into tears. All of my defences came down- not only had I failed at being helpful, I had actually created more of a mess. But really, the smashed plate exposed my deeper vulnerability: being away from my immediate family, not knowing how my mum was going in hospital, and feeling unsure about having a new sister.
When I was seven years old, I was staying with my aunty while my mum went into hospital to give birth to my sister. I was feeling nervous and scared, but to compensate for those uncomfortable feelings I was trying my best to be helpful. I was volunteering to help my aunty in any way I could, pac ..
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