When we were six
Molly has always been impulsive. Loud, attention-seeking and even violent behaviour has often covered up her kind and loving core. We try to make space for her, but squashed in the middle, we often see her frustrated and angry. It’s difficult to be a six year old, particularly with a slightly older sister who is very good at everything and a toddling little sister who eats up a lot of attention. It was the day after our big party: a party at which Molly had been in her element. Lots of children to play with, and lots of Aunties to jump on and Uncles to run away from shrieking. She’d loved every moment and there were comments about how like Piotrus she was. Ah yes, Piotrus. We had promised the girls a swim in the hotel pool before we left. We had our wedding at that hotel, and the big girls’ christenings and yet we’d never made it to the pool. Elsie discovered at 8.35am t hat it would only be open until 9am, so she and Molly went ahead with Granny and Gra Gra. I