We talked about ‘naughty corners’ at breakfast and how J used to send her to stand by the fridge when she misbehaved. Then he remembered what I said about taking her to Comet when she was really bad. We laughed. It was nice to remember, though the memories are not strictly mine. I can still see her with her plaits, her back to us and her head desperate to turn round and be forgiven.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.