" Then I could take no more of the icy rain and collapsed on the muddy ground.I had a dream while I was out. A terrible dream of my parents making my ...whole body heat up with my own hatred. It was just before I hit my boiling point that I woke up. The first thing I noticed was I was still burning; but not with rage. I was sitting in a wooden tub in what looked like a small house. The tub was to the brim of hot water. Then I felt the warm water trickle down on his head and pour over his brow and. ”“Of course you have. You did such a bloody good job on her, that just as soon as the right one come along, she’d be snapped up. Take it as a compliment on a job well done. We haven’t so much lost a daughter, but gained a spare bedroom.”“Mummy!” I was shocked, people talk about me being timid, I always thought I got it from my mother. That was, until that holiday, she seemed to change totally in those couple of weeks.“Daddy?” I put on a pout as I got up and stood with hands on hips, pretending. She apologized that she would have to leave again the next day for another trip. My heart sank. Daddy would have all the freedom in the world to torture me again.While I did my math, the egg would randomly vibrate and distract me. I had to erase and re-work problems all over the place. My paper was a mess. I imagined Daddy somewhere in the house, talking with Mom and reaching into his pocket to press buttons and torture me even when I was alone.When dinner was ready, we sat at the table. Though she assumed that the shopkeeper was probably married too, old enough to be her father and though one married Somali guy had already used and then dispensed with her, if the shopkeeper wanted to have her, she feared that wouldn't be able to deny him anything.She decided that she had to chat to him however; she needed Somali friends, her baby boy was always going to spark interest in them and contrary to her family's pleading she had surrendered to the father's requirement that she raise.