From where I sit...
From where I sit I look across the play park, the football pitch and beyond. Through the 1950ish Quadraphenesque tenements I can see Thornfield house. 9 Storeys high.
Bethan's friend lives in Thornfield house - one thing a ten-year-old should never hear is the scream of someone falling to their death. From where I sit I can make out the corner of the building, I can see the balcony where for some reason a life - before Easter was lost.
Last night at Youth club, a discreet word and a shoulder rub of compassion from our Youth Worker wasn't lost on me. I followed it up to discover that that someone who fell was someone's Grandmother. Someone in our Youth Club has a lot to come to terms with.
Bethan's friend lives in Thornfield house - one thing a ten-year-old should never hear is the scream of someone falling to their death. From where I sit I can make out the corner of the building, I can see the balcony where for some reason a life - before Easter was lost.
Last night at Youth club, a discreet word and a shoulder rub of compassion from our Youth Worker wasn't lost on me. I followed it up to discover that that someone who fell was someone's Grandmother. Someone in our Youth Club has a lot to come to terms with.
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