Nobody’s Son: Part 3 of 3: All Alex ever wanted was a family of his own. Cathy Glass

Nobody’s Son: Part 3 of 3: All Alex ever wanted was a family of his own - Cathy  Glass


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       Copyright

      Certain details in this story, including names, places and dates, have been changed to protect the family’s privacy.

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      First published by HarperElement 2017

      FIRST EDITION

      © Cathy Glass 2017

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      Cover photograph © Deborah Pendell/Arcangel Images (boy, posed by model); Shutterstock.com (background)

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      Source ISBN: 9780008187569

      Ebook Edition © February 2017 ISBN: 9780008187613

      Version: 2017-01-09

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Copyright

      

      

       Chapter Sixteen: Say Something Positive

       Chapter Seventeen: Not to Blame

       Chapter Eighteen: Labelled

       Chapter Nineteen: Conflicting Emotions

       Chapter Twenty: Not Mum and Dad

       Chapter Twenty-One: The Family

       Chapter Twenty-Two: The Line Went Dead

       Chapter Twenty-Three: Before It’s Too Late

       Chapter Twenty-Four: The Hug

      

      

       Suggested topics for reading-group discussion

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      Chapter Sixteen

       Say Something Positive

      ‘What’s that?’ Adrian cried in alarm from the living room.

      ‘It’s Alex. I’m going to him now.’

      I hurried up the stairs to his bedroom as one crash followed another. After giving a perfunctory knock on his door I went in. A toy car zoomed past my head and crashed into the wall behind me.

      ‘Alex! Put that down,’ I said as he picked up another toy ready to throw. ‘You’ll break it.’

      ‘Don’t care!’

      He threw it. The floor was already littered with items he’d thrown in the short time it had taken me to leave the kitchen and come upstairs: toys, books, his new trainers: in fact, anything that had come to hand.

      ‘That’s enough!’ I said as he raised his hand again. A box of crayons flew across the room. I went over and, taking him by the arm, drew him away from the toy box.

      ‘Leave me alone!’ he cried, struggling.

      ‘No. You’re going to regret breaking your toys. I know you’re angry and upset, but this isn’t the way to show it.’

      ‘Yes, it is!’ He pulled against me, trying to reach a book, possibly to hit me with.

      ‘No, Alex. Come and sit down and calm down.’

      ‘I hate you!’ he cried. He was easily held, he was so small and light.

      ‘Alex, if you’re angry punch the pillow,’ I said, directing him to the pillow on his bed. ‘It’s better than breaking your toys or hitting me.’ I thumped the pillow hard with my fist to demonstrate. ‘You can hit the pillow as hard as you like.’ I’d encouraged other children I’d fostered to pillow or cushion thump when they needed to let go of their anger. It was one of the techniques I used. ‘Go on. Thump it hard, like I am,’ I said, pummelling the pillow. He followed my example and thumped the pillow a few times, then turned his anger on his soft toys and thumped them too. He immediately regretted it and burst into tears.

      ‘I’m sorry,’ he said, picking up Simba and hugging him. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.’

      I eased him down to sit on the bed and I sat next to him. ‘Simba will be OK,’ I said gently. ‘Lions are very strong.’

      Alex buried his face in his soft toy and cried quietly, his anger spent for now. I slipped my arm around his waist. ‘It’s OK,’ I said. ‘You’ll be all right soon.’

      Footsteps


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