However painful the process of leaving home for parents and for children the really frightening thing for both would be the prospect of the child never leaving home.
Dad bought me a toy drum one Christmas and I eventually destroyed it. I wanted a real drum and he bought me a snare drum. Dad continued to buy me one drum after the other.
In fact I was one of the few trusted people that Lucy allowed to play with...
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